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 sun hadn’t even risen fully when I grabbed my coffee and stepped out to the garden. The air smelled of damp earth and fresh … Read More ›
I remember when my first snake plant arrived. A friend dropped it off on the porch one summer afternoon, tucked inside an old feed sack … 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 ›
The agricultural industry plays a very important role in feeding the world, and the United States is home to some of the largest and most … 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 ›
I’ll never forget the first time I tasted a blueberry straight off my own bush. It wasn’t just sweet; it was sun-warmed, bursting with juice, … Read More ›
When I first started out with vegetables, I treated fertilizing like sprinkling salt on fries. A little here, a little there, and hope for the … Read More ›