If a person would create a meadow, winter rye and vetch could be planted in the fall – turned over in the spring and replanted with buckwheat for summer.

It always struck me as odd that after the summer solstice the days start getting shorter.

I’d kill for a nice steady rain. I know that is an unpopular statement.

Last weekend’s weather brought climate change into focus. Saturday was so hot there was some complaining and whining on the job site.

I swear, I’ll never complain about Mother Nature again.

Everything in garden world is bursting with new life. I hardly know where to begin.