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My lower back still twinges when the weather turns cold, a stubborn reminder of the summer of 2005. I spent three weeks trying to level heavy granite slabs in a…
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My lower back still twinges when the weather turns cold, a stubborn reminder of the summer of 2005. I spent three weeks trying to level heavy granite slabs in a…
I still remember the foul, stagnant smell of rotting roots from my first major horticultural disaster back in 1998. I had just acquired a rare orchid collection and, in my…
The smell of sour potting soil is something you never quite forget once you’ve experienced it. It is a swampy, heavy stench that immediately tells you your plant’s roots are…
My fingernails are still stained dark brown from this morning’s pine bark and compost mixture. There is a dull, familiar ache in my lower back after spending four hours hunkered…
You walk over to your prized Strelitzia, cup of coffee in hand, ready to admire those massive, banana-like leaves. Instead, you spot them—mysterious, dusty white speckles clustering along the midrib.…
Dragging a 150-gallon galvanized steel tub across gravel is not a graceful task. Your knuckles scrape, your lower back aches for days, and the screech of metal on stone is…
My lower back still aches when I recall my first attempt at making garden pots back in the spring of 2002. I mixed Portland cement, peat moss, and perlite in…
My knees are stiff today, and my lower back has a dull, familiar ache. Yesterday, I spent four hours hunched over in the dirt, digging up stubborn weeds and hauling…
My knees still ache when the weather turns cold, a physical reminder of the hours spent kneeling on damp gravel at the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew, decades ago. I have…
My lower back still aches from yesterday’s cleanup, and my fingernails are packed with dark, damp compost that refuses to wash out. That is the unglamorous reality of early spring…