Gardening has grown to be so many things for me: an art form, a story, a memory, a solace, and more...
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Making my Mother’s Day garden
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THROUGH MY LENS: Heart of the matter
If you look it up, there is no real synonym for the heart, no one word that means quite the same thing.
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THROUGH MY LENS: taming dragons
... gardens can be a place to escape to, someone's own magical world they create all for themselves.
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Here, at Summer’s End
Instead of getting weary... I'm waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
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Fierce feelings and old garden friends
I dove right in to the challenge the house and those gardens presented. And the love of it all spread and thrived inside me.
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THROUGH MY LENS: thinking spring
Sometimes I wish I could go to sleep for the winter...dig down deep into the earth and wake up to new warmth and light.
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THROUGH MY LENS: delightful Dahlias
For all the flowers I’ve grown in my gardens over the years, dahlias have not been among them. Too frilly, too fussy, I always thought. Most annuals, in fact, are not my cup of tea. …
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Signs of Days to Come
Maybe the leaves I found mean nothing except an early arrival of autumn this year. Maybe they are flukes, a mistake of one maple's DNA code. Or maybe they're n
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THROUGH MY LENS: onion surprise
Most of the time they are chopped off, as gardeners are want to do, to help all the energy go into the developing bulb below. And it makes sense to us, who eat them. But that's not what the onion wants.
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Around the Farm: Holding Back the Wild
Nature has its own ideas of freedom, too. Whether you live in the suburbs or on a farm, a quiet battle is continually underway, a fight to keep the wild things at bay...
Jacqlyn Thorne 