This is a non-gardening blog entry, so if you’re not into the sea, come back next time… Went to a press conference yesterday at Bedford Inst...

Well, there’s no such thing as moderation in our weather anymore. We’ve gone from muggy and humid and foggy to just plain hot hot hot! Hot e...

I was talking yesterday with Tim Amos, a landscape designer, instructor and plantsman par excellence, about the mindset some people have abo...

About ten days ago, just before I left for a few days in St. John’s, the rock of my birth, I was driving out to Springvale Nurseries when I ...

Oh, me nerves, as my fellow Newfoundlanders would say. We are into day I-don’t-know-what of high humidity, mega-fog, abrupt tropical showers...

June 11, 2005. It’s been a year, already, since my father slipped the surly bonds of earth for the last time, not to take off in a Boeing 73...

It’s June! And I forget what year it is in the Chinese calendar, but at our house it’s the year of the hummingbird. We’ve never had so many...

Why do you suppose that every time I plan a day of working in the yard, the fog rolls in thicker than oatmeal porridge? Obviously, the weath...

You know the old saying about how visitors or fresh fish are only good for three days? Well, I sort of feel that way about traveling. By th...

Remember how I said I wouldn’t be talking about politics in my blog entries? Well, this is a bit of an exception, although it mentions cats ...

...New Plants, of course! What were you thinking? Yet another reason to support our locally owned and operated nurseries…without them, how w...

For those of you who didn’t get a chance to attend the second annual Saltscapes East Coast Expo….well, you really missed out on a great even...

I feel genuinely sorry for those who live in a place where they can’t hear peepers at night—whether because they live in a highrise in a dow...

As promised, contact information for some great locally owned and operated nurseries: Not exhaustive by a long shot, but a start! Thanks to ...

When writing, I don’t like to be disturbed. This is a common trait of many writers, especially those of us without doors on our offices. Wel...

Ah spring….March is going out, not like a lamb, but like a dustball of soft, silky, fluffy cat hair…just like the dust rhinos of cathair roa...

"I ache in the places where I used to play…." Oooouuucchhh! All the muscles in my body have decided to be mad at me, especially th...

This is one of those tales of woe that deserves to be shared. One of my very favourite plants is the blue poppy, Meconopsis. It’s not the ea...