Vineyard Gardener
I have some opium poppies, bachelor buttons and nigella coming up in the vegetable garden. If I did not know them, they would get raked up with the...
Here it is Palm Sunday and my forsythia is beginning to show some yellow. I have no facts, but it seems particularly late.
My wonderful crew of young people and I spent all last week moving mountains of wood chips, compost and loam with wheelbarrows. It hurt midweek to...
When Violet and I arrived home after dark in the pouring (and I mean pouring) rain we discovered the hen house door had blown shut. None of the...
Winter simply is not ready to let go. As I continue to plant like a crazy person, I take comfort in the fact that Polly Hill started the arboretum...
How interesting that our traditions bind us to our past. Most years I try to plant a few potatoes on St. Patrick’s Day to have some sort of...
I managed to kill several flats of onion seedlings. I put them outdoors into an unheated hoop house too early. I can’t decide if I froze them or...
I’ve been catching up on my reading, actually getting to sections of the newspaper I usually skim.
With a gate out of commission, the chickens have had their way with the property. The last straw was finding broken hellebores flowers.
I hate to buy fresh produce when I can grow anything on my own. We should all be thinking along these lines. Besides shoveling and tending the...
Sam Thoron provides interesting information on the lovely gazebo on the grounds of the Dr. Daniel Fisher House.
On Jan. 31, we had 10 hours of sun again. It’s been since Nov. 10 that we had that much daylight. Ten hours is really the maximum light required for...
