Summer 2022

At The Gate

One of the many things I’ve been diving into heart-first in my new role at GreenPrints is reading the letters sent in by you, our dear readers.  READ MORE

Contributors

Typing on a laptop in a garden
Sean Dietrich: A columnist and novelist from Santa Rosa Beach, FL, Sean is known for his wise—and funny—words on the American South. Karin Hedetniemi: A published writer and photographer from BC, Canada, Karin recently installed a Little Free Library on her front lawn. Helen Stuart: Helen decided that her 3-year-old daughter deserved to eat organic.…  READ MORE

Stories

A Bag of Unwashed Heirloom Tomatoes

This morning two dozen homegrown tomatoes appeared on my doorstep. I arrived home to see Piggly Wiggly bags hanging from my doorknob, and I almost lost control of my lower extremities.  READ MORE

The Missing Ring

I longed for a garden with flowers—at least one that would bloom more than three months of the year. So after nearly three decades on the snowy Canadian prairies, my husband Jim and I moved to the West Coast, warming us up from plant hardiness zone 3B all the way to 9A. Oh, the possibilities!  READ MORE

We Grew Watermelons!

The rocky, uneven hills of the Ozark Mountains are not known to be an agricultural paradise. The “soil” is a deep red clay almost ready to be thrown onto a potter’s wheel—and that’s when you can find some among the rocks! But the year my daughter turned 3, I decided she deserved organic vegetables, and I would do everything I could to produce a raised garden that we could work in together.  READ MORE

The Summer the Animals Came Close

For 25 years, my husband and I have gardened, composted, and planted natives on a quarter acre in our small Oregon city. We shaped the yard into zones, raising veggies, building a greenhouse, creating sunny lawns, growing apples and planting wildflowers under the shade of tall Douglas firs.  READ MORE

Baseball is Gardening is Baseball

It occurred to me several years ago that two of my three passions were so intertwined that they followed the same season. Pinball, of course, has no season and was designed to help keep people like me (relatively) sane during the cold dark season of no baseball and no tomato growing.  READ MORE

Squash Wars: A New Hope

I first noticed the little white-and-brown bugs on my squash in the middle of August. “Stink bugs,” I said. “Oh, well. They’re not that bad, just stinky.” I ignored them and continued gathering green beans and purple hull peas.  READ MORE

A Green Bean in His Pocket

To some, Summer means late afternoon cookouts, to others, family vacations. For me, Summer beckons memories of a garden bounty—and how we buried my father with a green bean in his pocket.

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Boys, Poinsettias, and Tomatoes

My poinsettia is cheerily blooming at last, its tissue-paper white and red contrasting nicely with the green June grass. So what if it’s 80° in the shade, and there are geraniums (also red and white) in full bloom next to it?  READ MORE
Woman Eating Tomatoe

Bounty

A hot, wet Spring yielded small, intensely sweet strawberries. We ate gallons of them—in homemade ice cream or over fresh warm shortcake, sure, but mostly right out of the bowl, each glowing berry raised by its stem and devoured—every day in May we could get them.  READ MORE

Feeding the Vultures

We were moving to the country, but I wasn’t scared. I’d read Out of Africa, so I had a pretty good idea of what to expect. I would be just like Isak Dinesen. I would become one with nature, growing obscure crops, nursing the natives, and writing books, probably in Danish.  READ MORE

Eating the Rainbow

A lot of nutritionists these days are urging us to eat our way through the color wheel. The Seven Day Color Diet, for example, first popularized in 2003, suggests choosing food of a different color for each day of the week. On Red Day, for example, diners eat tomatoes, apples, and cranberries; on Orange Day, squash, carrots, and sweet potatoes.  READ MORE

A Knowing Peach Tree

Can trees sense trouble coming? Can they tell when they are healthy or desperately ill? I’ll let my peach tree answer. But first, a glimpse at my horticultural history.  READ MORE

A Plant for a Plant

A couple of years ago, I walked through the dining room and saw my husband, Bill, chopping away at something. I pulled the curtains back to get a better view—and to my dismay he was chopping away at my pink hydrangea bush!  READ MORE

Bindweed

Keith and I planted our first garden the year before we married. We saw it as a sort of compatibility test, an opportunity to prove that if we planned carefully and worked collaboratively, of course we could turn a 40’-by-80’ rectangle of sod into a paradise of everything we loved to eat—asparagus, tomatoes, basil, garlic, super sweet corn, meaty green beans, sugar snap peas, zucchini, zephyr squash, and a profusion of peppers: red, yellow, and purple; sweet, hot, and crying hot.  READ MORE

The Bee Whisperer

It is a legend that began in England and spread to the colonies in the early days. If you had beehives, you knew that it was necessary to respect the honeybees by keeping them informed of important happenings that occurred in the household. If someone married, a child was born, or one of the householders died, it was important to “tell” the bees about it. Usually, the gardener of the family would undertake the responsibility—or the oldest child might act as the “bee-teller.” It was believed that if this task was neglected, the bees would get angry, swarm, and deprive the household of honey.  READ MORE

Buds

Put Off Living

In June

Nongardening Observers

Poems

Garden Redemption

Cuttings

Leave in Box

The Most Important Garden

Radishes

The Mystery of a Watermelon

Broken Trowel

My Okra Onslaught

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