Hecate

And, so, just like that, we're headed, will-we-or-nil-we, towards Litha. The great Sumer Solstice. The fire festival, when Sol Invictu...

Last night, I had dinner (on the porch in spite of the record-breaking heat here in the mystical MidAtlantic! Of course, we did have shade,...

David Salisbury asked for some pictures of my garden. I'm the world's worst photographer and I'm always too busy to run inside...

I woke up this morning aware that we're only a few weeks out from Litha, the longest day of the year. Here in my corner of the myth-cra...

May it be so for you.

"My" homeless vet is having heart troubles. I spent a lot of time today trying to find a VA service that will go out to the TR br...

Like Theodora Goss , I try to post something every day . Yesterday, Blogger was bloggered and wouldn't let me post, and I'm gratefu...

One of my favorite poems for high summer is Mary Oliver's Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith, where she says: Every summer...

[I]n order to see when the correct proportions and balances have been achieved, the [garden] designer must look with eyes conditioned by med...

It's been a cold, wet Spring so far, here in the mercurial MidAtlantic. That weather pattern has its own gifts, but does make sunshine ...

Views unfold along paths. A common pond shape in Japanese gardens, for example, is roughly in the shape of the character for "heart....

I keep hearing that the inventory of unsold homes is going to last for years. I would love to see communities begin clearing lots and turni...

Mark Bittman : We’re not just buying, we’re growing | Urban agriculture is on the rise. If you’re smirking, let me remind you that in 1943,...

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Loosen up the roots and let the Earth get warm.

On Being a Gardener: From "And I Shall Have Some Peace There" from Margaret Roach on Vimeo . Margaret Roach , reading from her n...

Landscape Guy came over yesterday to walk the garden with me and make plans for this year. It's hard to believe that we began working t...

The Glory of the Garden by Rudyard Kipling Our England is a garden that is full of stately views, Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns...

We're here in this bursting period between Imbolc and Ostara, one of the most dynamic sections of the Wheel of the Year. The "Sun ...