My 9 year old rose scented geranium (One of the first plants I ever owned) has thrown up a rare blossom this week. Don’t get too excited for me. Scented geraniums are not known for their flowers. The flowers are… Read more ›
Queen Anne’s Lace is my favorite noxious weed. And I mean that without sarcasm. I think it is a very pretty flower, it just happens to be a bully, is all. Queen Anne’s Lace’s name, as many people know, is… Read more ›
Tonight, I am going to feast upon my full sized cucumber. One of my favorite ways to prepare cucumber in in the form of Quick Pickles. Easy recipe. 1 tasty fresh cucumber, sliced Splash or two (three or four) of… Read more ›
Once upon a time, before the street corner devastation of the CVS/Walgreens drug wars, during a time when people went to apothecaries to get their medicine and hoped they didn’t wake up dead, pharmaceuticals were dodgy and cloth bandages… well,… Read more ›
The world loves a freak. I mean how else could you explain the popularity of Paris Hilton a Britney Spears, beside mass planetary alien abduction. Okay, I will give you that the sex tape went a long way to help… Read more ›
My hydrangea is now in full bloom and mine blooms on the blue side of the hydrangea color spectrum. I have worked hard over the past five years to keep my hydrangea dressed in blue. Most of my neighbors have… Read more ›
Yesterday, I decided that I needed to go plant shopping to lift my spirits a bit. It’s funny, but I am not a shopper in the way that women are stereotypically thought to be shoppers. I only own 3 pairs… Read more ›
I have long thought that Bee Balm looks like a flower version of a Fraggle. Who knows? Maybe the late, great Jim Henson got some of his inspiration from the garden. After all, it was him that coined the phrase… Read more ›
I read once that the reason Forget-Me-Nots flowers are called Forget-Me-Nots is because once long ago a knight was walking along the river with his fair maid and he leaned over to pick some small blue flowers that were growing… Read more ›
On summer afternoons when I was a child, I subsisted on little more than clover, sunshine and honeysuckle (and a few PB&J sandwiches). Like wrecking machine bees, the neighborhood kids and I could pillage a whole honeysuckle vine in just… Read more ›
