Vineyard Gardener
I spoke too soon. Last column I bragged about my dahlias and tomatoes. Last Thursday night-early Friday morning brought a killing temperature of 30...
I’ve never been bored a day in my life. I say this with neither pride nor shame. I’m simply stating a fact. At any rate, there is always something to...
I’ve been eating asparagus like a mad woman. One picking is a significant amount of food. My original patch is easily 30 years old and covered in my...
The peonies have budded. It’s just a matter of time. Do not pull soil or mulch up too closely to them. They like a bare bottom for maximum bloom.
The Darwins are the tulip of choice for you. They are blooming right now and will do so for years to come depending, of course, on Bambi and his...
Brrr . . . what a chilly weekend, but typical of spring on the Vineyard. We get a few days of sun and warmth as a little tease followed by a reminder...
I have some opium poppies, bachelor buttons and nigella coming up in the vegetable garden. If I did not know them, they would get raked up with the...
Here it is Palm Sunday and my forsythia is beginning to show some yellow. I have no facts, but it seems particularly late.
My wonderful crew of young people and I spent all last week moving mountains of wood chips, compost and loam with wheelbarrows. It hurt midweek to...
When Violet and I arrived home after dark in the pouring (and I mean pouring) rain we discovered the hen house door had blown shut. None of the...
Winter simply is not ready to let go. As I continue to plant like a crazy person, I take comfort in the fact that Polly Hill started the arboretum...
How interesting that our traditions bind us to our past. Most years I try to plant a few potatoes on St. Patrick’s Day to have some sort of...