I did a quick walk about today. We only have one tiny patch of snow left in the front yard. Fat drops of rain were falling just infrequently enough that I snuck in about 20 minutes of fallen twig pickup and general observation.

I did a quick walk about today. We only have one tiny patch of snow left in the front yard. Fat drops of rain were falling just infrequently enough that I snuck in about 20 minutes of fallen twig pickup and general observation.
There may be a day you wake up, see the weather is much better than predicted, and find yourself raring to go in the garden. Continue reading “Mother Nature has a sense of humor”
Today was the only day this week that was forecast to not have precipitation, so we were determined to try to spend at least an hour outside. I know that seems a too small goal, but we have a lot going on besides just the gardens. Continue reading “Working as weather allows…”
The gardens I grew up in and near were in southern NJ, on a barrier island where if you dug too deep, you’d hit soggy brimed soil. The property was one block from the bay, two from the ocean, on the northernmost part of the island which was narrow there compared to most of the island.
Despite that, my maternal grandparents had thriving gardens full of ornamentals as well as food crops, though we didn’t have a lot of tall trees. Continue reading “Learning to work with a new climate”