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I am The Plant Sage, and I have spent thirty years with dirt wedged permanently under my fingernails. I have walked the pristine, curated paths of Kew Gardens and studied…
I spent twenty minutes fighting a kinked yellow hose this morning. It folds in the exact same spot every time I drag it past the potting bench. My lower back…
My lower back usually starts aching right around mid-October. That is when the damp, heavy scent of decaying leaves settles over the garden, signaling the inevitable end of the growing…
I have been hauling terracotta pots around greenhouses for over three decades. My lower back reminds me of this fact every single morning when I bend down to inspect my…
March and April are miserable months to be out in the dirt. Your heavy boots sink deep into half-frozen mud, and the bitter wind cuts right through your worn fleece.…
I have spent over thirty years with my hands buried in dirt. Most of that time was spent making mistakes. I still remember 1998, when I drowned an entire collection…
My lower back still twinges when I look at a vinyl rain gutter. People see these sleek, vertical setups on social media and assume they practically assemble and water themselves.…
I spent most of yesterday afternoon hunched over a row of alliums, nursing a sharp ache in my lower back. The damp compost smelled sharp and slightly sour in the…
My lower back aches just thinking about the hours I’ve spent kneeling on gravel pathways. Gardening is rarely the serene, picture-perfect hobby you see in glossy magazines. It usually involves…
I still cringe whenever I smell stagnant water. Back in 1998, I nearly wiped out my entire collection of rare Phalaenopsis orchids in a single month. I assumed more water…
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