Invasive only begins to describe goldenrod. An accurate description would need some adjectives; highly invasive, completely invasive, utterly invasive. Think of the kind of invasive that Attila the Hun was. That is the kind of invasive that Goldenrod is. Drive by a local forest preserve and you’ll know what I mean. Goldenrod will not share . . . → Read More: You Call It Goldenrod, I Call It ‘Gone’
I really really like my garden, Mike’s dahlias, our koi. But I’ve got to tell ya, none of it comes anywhere close to loving grandkids. So sure this is a garden blog, but today I have to show you what John & Heather and the kids did. Its a cardboard castle! Pretty cool huh?
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We’ve all heard that plants appreciate being talked to. You may not believe it, but you’ve heard it. Now I’m taking that to a new level. After a huge time investment I have been successful in teaching one of my plants to read. You don’t believe that either? Well, read on…
This poor rose was . . . → Read More: Teaching Your Plants To Read Pays Off
Garlic is fun. Who would have guessed? Its fun because its curly. Yes, curly. Perhaps curly isn’t the first word that comes to mind when you think of garlic. I think that’s because the curliness is a well kept secret. So well kept that its rare when someone even guesses that my garlic is, well, . . . → Read More: Garlic Is Fun
I don’t travel in circles where we use words like Phi in a conversation. If you asked me a week ago what Phi was, the closest I could guess is:
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman, Be he live, or be he dead I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.
And that . . . → Read More: What In The World is Phi? And Why Do I Care?
What is it about guys and buckets? I think if I asked Mike if he wanted a steak or another bucket, he would pick the bucket. His eyes would light up and it would be an oh so easy decision. Actually, that would be because Mike doesn’t much like steak. But if he did, he . . . → Read More: The Brilliance of Buckets for Mulching
The birds are singing, they don’t care, An inch of snow is everywhere. They’ll sing their song till day is done, Whether or not the snow is gone. I’ll follow their lead, enjoy the sun, The bright blue sky, the glistening ground. He will fulfill the promise of spring, The beautiful flowers He will soon . . . → Read More: Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day – Enjoy It Anyway
Finally! My winter aconite is blooming. I took this picture on March 25th, which is pretty much a month behind schedule. It’s a small victory for the coming of spring. At this point, I’ll take ‘small’ as long as the word ‘spring’ is somehow associated. We’ve had warm winters where I’ve taken pictures of it . . . → Read More: A ‘Small’ Touch of Spring
Mike and I are different. No, not just the obvious differences. Take the cherries below for example.
Well, you can’t actually take them because we had them with our pancakes yesterday morning. Let’s use ‘take’ a little less literally. We bring home a 10 pound bucket of frozen cherries from Door County every autumn. . . . → Read More: Anticipation – Chicago Flower and Garden Show
Mike is up to something. He disappears into the basement for hours at a time. He does that regularly this time of year. He becomes the mad scientist in his laboratory, planning to emerge victorious in May as his 52 pots of dahlias are transformed into 350 dahlia plants. Last year he probably grew 700 . . . → Read More: Making More Dahlias