By Lynne Irons For years, I viewed alyssum as old lady plants. Now that I have become one, I know why. First of all, they are completely reliable. Mine are blooming happily along regardless...

By LYNNE IRONS Suzan Bellincampi’s All Outdoors column last week was so informative about plastic bags. All I could think about was the scene in The Graduate: “I have one word...

By Lynne Irons Every year the human heart loses several grams of muscle mass and therefore pumps less blood as we age. Those of a certain age experience the change of temperature with less...

By Lynne Irons Roger Spinney shared a wonderful concept with the Baptists last week. The word humility comes from the Greek for humus. Talk about being grounded. What better way than to get...

By LYNNE IRONS You would be hard-pressed to find someone further politically left than me. However, the other day I was potting up some plants and listening to old bluegrass tapes (Ralph...

By LYNNE IRONS It is difficult to set my priorities this time of year. It is still so warm and pleasant. Should I finish picking and processing those late peppers, tomatoes, and green beans...

By Lynne Irons How about that Al Gore winning the Nobel Peace Prize? Nice to know he is still getting the popular vote. I listened to his acceptance speech. He told an African proverb....

By LYNNE IRONS I am enjoying a big glass of grape juice at this moment. If I could have a do-over in the gardening world, I would not have constructed a grape arbor, however pleasing to the...

By LYNNE IRONS I use a typewriter to write this column. I really like the sound and feel of the old-fashioned typewriter. People make fun of me endlessly but that has never stopped me in...

By LYNNE IRONS Holy potatoes. As you may recall, in the spring, I tossed my potatoes into my old chicken yard, covered each with a flake of hay, and walked away. I didn’t do one bit...