Welcome! I know, I know—just what the world needs: another blog. Then let’s call it a gardening journal, something I’ve always wanted to keep. If you’re interested in following along, I’m thrilled. If you have stories of your own to share, even better. The more the merrier.
I’ve been kicking the blog thing around for years, although the initial idea was to write about parenting, back when my kids were toddlers. I ditched that notion after reading the newspaper columns of a Local Writer of Some Reknown, who wrote relentlessly about her kids—intensely personal, embarrassing and sometimes cringeworthy tales that should have stayed within her circle of intimates. It was an instructive example, one I didn’t want to emulate.
So why gardening? Because I’m passionate about it. And I can write about it without embarrassing my children.
I’m intrigued and challenged by the endless possibilities gardening offers. Since starting my first garden from scratch 20 years ago, and subsequently working for gardening books and magazines, I’ve learned a trick or two. The most enduring lesson I’ve learned, though, is how much I still have to learn, which is where you come in.
I’ve always savored the camaraderie of the gardening crowd. The best gardeners I’ve met generally aren’t experts with horticulture degrees. (I know one of those, too, and she’s spectacular—but most of us don’t have a horticulturist on speed-dial. And anyway, she’s way too busy and expensive for a house call.) I draw inspiration from other hobbyists, people who enjoy figuring things out as they go along and taking the inevitable disasters in stride. I’m not dismissing books and magazines as resources—after all, they’re helping to pay my kids’ tuition—but I love the immediate intimacy of sharing a thorny gardening problem with a fellow traveler and hearing, “Oh, I had that problem, too. Here’s how I fixed it.”
I share my experiences in that spirit, and for what they are—the work of a rank amateur. My gardens won’t win any awards, and you’ll never see them in a national magazine. They’re flawed—too bare here, not enough color there, too crowded over there. But the beauty, the challenge, the unending joy of gardening is that it’s always a work in progress—boundless opportunities to turn last year’s debacle into this year’s triumph.
So, welcome to my garden. I’m going to enjoy having you along for the journey.
You’ll occasionally find other information here, too—books I’m reading, music you might enjoy, a few green (read: cheap) tips and tricks, maybe the occasional recipe. And probably the occasional reference to my wonderful children. But nothing cringeworthy.