Whether in a painting by Vincent Van Gogh or the real thing, irises are irresistible. They’re spectacularly beautiful, have an exotic fragrance, come back every year with little care, and can be divided into more plants. In the orchard this year, I found a few I’d forgotten planting years ago. Two of those, one peach …
So, I’m weeding in the backyard this afternoon, talking on headphones to my sister, Liz, while David is grilling chicken and asparagus. A year ago today was Mike’s funeral and afterward the celebration of his life here at the house and backyard he loved. We released 99 balloons to Heaven that day. (It was supposed …
My husband calls our garden Hell’s Two-and-a-Half Acres. I choose to ignore this insult to our little Colorado Westeros, as he does the (mountain) lion’s share of the hard work. Secretly, I totally get it. All winter, though, everything looks great, so long as it snows and covers everything with a marshmallow fluff blanket. I …