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The Muddy Reality of Spring Gardening April rolls around, the frost breaks, and suddenly everyone wants to be a gardener. The glossy seed catalogs arrive in the mail, lying to…
The Unforgiving Reality of May Let’s start with the hose. That damned green hose always kinks near the spigot right when I walk to the far end of the yard.…
April is a liar. It promises warm sunshine but usually delivers freezing mud, sleet, and a stiff lower back. I have worked the dirt for over thirty years, and I…
Listen, water gardening rarely looks like the pristine magazine photos. Most days, it smells like swamp muck, and your back aches from hauling buckets of heavy, algae-ridden water. I am…
I still remember the heavy, oppressive humidity of the Singapore Botanic Gardens back in the early nineties. My shirt clung to my back like a second skin, and the distinct…
The Grim Reality of Bog Gardening I killed my entire collection of rare orchids back in 1998 because I drowned them in hard tap water. I thought they needed constant…
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…
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