The Muddy Reality of Growing 11 Beautiful Flowering Pond Plants
Wading Into the Muck They call me the Plant Sage. For over thirty years, I have lived with permanent calluses on my hands and the persistent smell of damp compost…
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Wading Into the Muck They call me the Plant Sage. For over thirty years, I have lived with permanent calluses on my hands and the persistent smell of damp compost…
My knees pop every single time I crouch down to inspect the shady corners of my garden these days. Thirty years of kneeling in wet dirt will do that to…
I still remember the sour smell of my greenhouse in the summer of 1998. It was a distinct, heavy stench of decaying sphagnum moss mixed with rotting plant flesh. I…
Spring gardening rarely looks like a magazine cover. It usually starts with me kneeling in half-frozen muck, my lower back throbbing, staring at the decayed, slimy remnants of last year’s…
My knees always pop right around the third week of April. That is when the soil finally thaws enough to smell like damp rust, earthworms, and decaying oak leaves. I…
The Messy Reality of Gardening My lower back is screaming at me today. I spent four hours weeding a gravel path, fighting a garden hose that insists on kinking in…
My name is the Plant Sage, and I have spent over thirty years with my hands buried in the earth. There is a specific, dull ache in my lower back…