Wishes do come true
My series of posts last fall about our magical Irish adventures got interrupted, not unlike the way our trip to Ireland veered off across the Irish…
Hidden miracles
We can never know, when we embark on an adventure or a morning, where it will take us. As Paulo Coelho says in Warrior of the…
I struggle with tulips, part 2
Claus Dalby creates astonishingly beautiful tulip displays, both in his Denmark garden and in pots. I especially love this monochrome collection at his gate: big tubs…
October garden
October mornings often dawn with the double bands of mist above the river that I find so beautiful. The bed I call the Oudolf is festooned…
Gardening as a metaphor for writing … and life
I was happy when Thomas Rainer recently confessed that he sucks at planting. Because if he, a professional landscape designer, sucks at planting, I can probably forgive myself…
Words for Wednesday, some borrowed from Charles Bukowski
At times, like Charles Bukowski describes, written words come bursting out of me in spite of everything, come unasked out of my heart and mind and…
Learning patience
I’ve mentioned that I struggle with tulips, but the truth is I struggle with almost everything in the garden. If a writer is a person for whom writing…
Sweet peas and stumps
When I dreamed up a bed behind the house, I had two objectives: (1) place the bench my father built for me years ago in a spot where I could see it…