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My hands are usually caked in damp, earthy compost. But sometimes, I trade my garden trowel for aquarium tweezers and dip my arms into cold, aged water. Back in 2008,…
My fingernails are perpetually stained black from damp compost, and frankly, my lower back is aching from a long afternoon of repotting. That is the unvarnished reality of a lifetime…
Let’s be honest right from the start: eggplants can be absolute drama queens. If you have ever tried growing these glossy, heavy fruits in a region that gets cool summer…
My lower back is screaming at me today. I spent four hours yesterday hauling heavy river rocks to patch up my woodland path, and my hands still smell of damp…
My knees still ache when the weather turns damp, a stubborn reminder of the hours spent hunched over my first backyard pond. Back then, I thought water gardening would be…
My lower back still protests when the humidity rises, a lingering souvenir from a rain-slicked afternoon in 2011 when I fell knee-deep into my backyard pond. I was trying to…
We have all been there, staring at a shriveling houseplant and feeling a cold pit of failure in our stomachs. Just last night, while scraping dried mud from under my…
My lower back still aches from dragging a massive, eight-foot Strelitzia nicolai across my gravel driveway yesterday afternoon. The cheap plastic pot had a split down the side, and wet,…
My back still aches when I recall the autumn of 2005, spent trying to establish a clay-lined bog in a brutally dry climate. It was a miserable failure that taught…
We have all been there. You walk into the living room and find a shattered terracotta pot, a pile of damp potting soil on your rug, and a smug tabby…
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