Spring 2020

At The Gate

Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing—the reason they can fly. —Mary Oliver In this first year of my eighth decade, I’m trying to focus more on cherishing life, love—and now. Pat, don’t worry about things. Even…  READ MORE

Contributors

Typing on a laptop in a garden
C.J. Worby: C.J. is a firefighter in MN. He once planted a bunch of vegetables behind Station 1—then ended up working at other stations. Emily-Jane Hills Orford: From North Gower, Ontario: “My garden (imperfect as it is) is as much a creation as my art and my writing.” Katherine Sanders: North Merrick, NY’s Katherine is…  READ MORE

Stories

Priorities

'd like to tell you a story. Yesterday, I went to the Minnesota Bonsai Society auction. There were dozens upon dozens of trees up for bidding in both the live and silent auctions. I bid on a couple of maples in the silent auction, but they ended up going a bit high for my taste.…  READ MORE

150 Plastic Forks

I looked out over my front yard, about a quarter of an acre of gardens and woodsy areas. It was early Spring and the only thing showing, so far anyway, were my white plastic forks. We had moved from the Ontario suburbs to our country dream home the previous Summer.  READ MORE

Cambodian Flower

Lea was 9 years old when she was adopted into our family. A mere three days after she came to the United States from Cambodia in November, it snowed. Long Island, New York, isn’t known for its snow, so this was quite a surprise dusting for us natives.  READ MORE

Cats. Gophers. Sweet Peas.

When I first moved to my new home in Northern California, the yard was an overgrown, disheveled mess. Weeds sprawled over the landscape like unwelcome squatters. I proceeded to work the land like a small-scale clear-cutter. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, but I did it with conviction.  READ MORE

My Tin Can Flowerpot

Now that I’m 90 years old, my mind is full of memories—jumbled together from my early childhood to this very morning. Sometimes I can choose what I want to recall; other times a word or sight, even an odor, can bring back something from long ago. My mind is like a liquid filled with floating strips of paper…  READ MORE

Green

Green has always been the color of youth and renewal: “April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go!” wrote Christopher Morley in 1931. For gardeners, green is what we long for after the seemingly endless days of Winter.  READ MORE

Weeding My Heart

It’s been a long day. Caring for Mom, who has advanced dementia, makes every day a long day; but today has been particularly trying. I know I need to get out for a while to restore my energy so I can continue to patiently and lovingly attend to her physical, spiritual, and emotional needs.  READ MORE

Getting By With the Help of Our Friends

There’s no getting around the fact that these days we’re a divided nation. This year, everybody’s Thanksgiving feast and Christmas dinner almost certainly took a hit from who—politically—supports who and why and who, just as passionately, doesn’t and why not.  READ MORE

Is That a Rabbit on Your Head?

When I moved from Hawaii to a small Massachusetts town west of Boston, bonding with nature took on new meaning for me. Springtime in New England arrives right after mud season.   READ MORE

Plant Parenthood

New Year’s Resolution: With no kids left at home to parent, George and I will focus our inexhaustible supply of energy on our garden. Maybe a few extra plants will help fill the emotional void. We decide to raise tomatillos from seed.  READ MORE

Planted In a Day…

When I first moved to Vashon Island in Puget Sound outside of Seattle, WA, I was a hippie. (Yes, that was a while ago. A good while ago.) I wanted to join the “back to the land” movement. I was lucky enough to find a rundown little house and two acres of land right on the beach.  READ MORE

In My Mother’s Garden

After April rains, I always check the soil in the tiny space between the fence and our driveway. “You can’t see them at first,” I told my husband as I wiped the dirt from my hands. “But they’re coming.”  READ MORE

Gardeners and Other People

There are gardeners, and then there are other people. The other people include those who just think they are gardeners, but they are not. While nongardeners may appreciate gardens, they do not have the passion (read: obsession) that we true gardeners do for our precious plot of land.  READ MORE

A Sprig of Lilac

It’s May, the month of my birth, the heart of what I think of as the season of tender green, before Summer’s heat strips it all away and makes going outside a torture.  READ MORE

A Growing Gardener

It was my intention to take the bottles to the redemption center, meet my friends Laura and Lauren for lunch, and then come home. It took me ten hours. You see, my friends are gardeners—good ones—paid to be ones, actually.  READ MORE

Garden Eyes

If you want to see a garden from a turn-your-world-upside-down perspective, take a small child with you for a walk through one. I discovered this truth while exploring with my grandchildren on various jaunts, through various seasons, in various gardens.  READ MORE

Buds

Perspiration

Best Things in Life

Smell Like Dirt

Poems

A Broken Trowel

Abundance

Joy of Being

Cuttings

So Much Loveliness

From the Garden Giggles Dept.

A Garden Can Heal

Broken Trowel

A Nice Day To Plant—Then Till

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