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My lower back is still aching from yesterday’s battle with a stubborn, root-bound shrub. Under my fingernails, there is a persistent crescent of dark compost that soap simply refuses to…
My knees still ache when rain is on the horizon, a stubborn souvenir from thirty years of dragging heavy bags of wet manure across uneven lawns. Gardening is a beautiful,…
My lower back still aches when I think about the spring of 2005. I was trying to coax moisture-loving plants to survive in a horribly dry, clay-heavy yard, and it…
My lower back still aches from hauling three heavy clay pots across the greenhouse floor yesterday afternoon. There is a persistent, earthy grime settled deep under my fingernails that resists…
I remember sitting on the damp concrete floor of my greenhouse back in 1998, nursing the sting of losing my first rare orchid collection to overwatering. To distract myself from…
Miniature gardening looks cute on paper, but the reality involves cramped fingers, rapid soil drying, and a constant battle with scale. Most folks approach this hobby backward. They buy the…
The spade hits the earth with a dull, hollow thud. The shock rattles straight up my forearm and settles deep into my shoulder joint. Welcome to gardening in heavy clay.…
Let’s talk about dirt for a minute. I spent three hours yesterday wrestling a kinked hose across my back lot, trying to spot-water a patch of struggling native asters. My…
Gardening regularly breaks your back and tests your patience. I spent three hours yesterday yanking bindweed out of a gravel path, feeling that familiar, deep ache settle into my lower…
The sun beats down on my neck while I yank bindweed out of the tomato bed. A mosquito lands right on my knuckle, and I slap it, smearing a mix…
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