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Digging through the potting shed usually yields two things: brown recluse spiders and junk. Yesterday, I tripped over a kinked rubber hose and knocked over a cardboard box of burnt-out…
Let’s start with the smell of stagnant water. It’s a thick, earthy scent that sticks in the back of your throat. In 1998, I drowned a prized collection of rare…
My lower back aches fiercely as I type this today. I spent six straight hours pulling aggressive bindweed out of cold, wet clay soil this morning. The damp earth remains…
My lower back aches with a familiar, dull throb as I type this. I spent six hours today wrestling with a patch of bindweed that refuses to die, and my…
Let’s get one thing straight before we dig into this. Growing food fast is a messy, back-breaking business. You want a lush, productive plot of land in a matter of…
My lower back has a familiar, dull ache today. I spent six hours weeding a neglected patch of bindweed, and there is still dirt stubbornly packed under my fingernails. My…
My lower back is currently throbbing. I just spent four hours dragging a heavy rubber hose across the yard, fighting that one spot near the spigot that always kinks. Gardening…
I still remember the smell of damp, rotting sphagnum moss from 1998. That was the year I systematically drowned my first collection of rare Paphiopedilum orchids. I thought I was…
They call me The Plant Sage, though most days I just feel like a tired guy with a trowel. I have spent thirty years pulling bindweed, hauling heavy compost, and…
I have spent over thirty years with my hands buried in soil. My lower back screams at me every time the weather turns damp. You might think studying horticulture at…
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