
The first time I noticed my peace lily drooping. It was early morning and I’d just come back from feeding the chickens. There it sat … Read More ›
The first time I noticed my peace lily drooping. It was early morning and I’d just come back from feeding the chickens. There it sat … Read More ›
I still remember the first time I planted a weeping Japanese maple at the edge of my farmhouse garden. I had seen them in magazines, … Read More ›
When I first started tinkering with my own land, I didn’t picture myself obsessing over blue flowers. But seasons roll by and you notice how … Read More ›
I still remember the first winter after planting my peony patch. The frost rolled in earlier than I expected, and there I was with a … Read More ›
There’s something about a patch of alstroemeria in bloom that feels like a little carnival in the garden. The first time I grew them, I … Read More ›
There’s something striking about Japanese black pines. Their dark bark looks like charcoal on a winter’s day, and their needles fan out like green fireworks … Read More ›
When you spend your mornings checking on cornfields and your evenings tending to houseplants, you start to notice the same patterns everywhere. Healthy plants stand … Read More ›
When I first brought a Peperomia Hope into my farmhouse kitchen, I thought it would be as easy as my old pothos or my outdoor … Read More ›
I’ve been farming for years on open land, yet when my daughter moved into a small flat in Chicago she asked me, “Dad, how do … Read More ›
If you’re like me, you’ve probably been there — standing over your money tree with a furrowed brow, staring at its drooping yellow leaves and … Read More ›