A lot of the people in my life had very unusual holidays. Certainly the economy had something to do with it, as did the weather, and a sad variety of different illnesses.
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If it isn't already on your radar for the trip you will inevitably take to my fair city, Portland, OR. (enough about theirs), do not choose between this and fill-i
I know it's amusing when death takes a holiday (see: movies, books, musicals, The Sopranos, etc), but infinitely less popular when a blogger does the same. And I didn't even go anywhere, at least not physically, though I do remember enjoying mysel...
It's a candyland of yellow, purple, red, blue and silver foliage at one of Portland's oldest and botanically best private gardens.
The campaign promises are over; now to deliver the sublime, as we throw open the gates of a private Portland garden on the headiest day of American democracy we are ever likely to know.
This just in from the Nature Conservancy's Rob Taylor, who lives in the Wallowa Mountains town of Enterprise, Oregon: the last flower still standing in the
Like passion in a relationship, flowers in a garden are unpredictable. Which is why I've tended to avoid them. But my fall flowers are so hot, I'm rethinking my vow of chastity.
The good news is that all of the Houston Arboretum's staff is safe and sound after Hurricane Ike. The inspiring news is that volunteers armed with gloves, tools and tons of good will are helping clean up debris.
We've just had a query from DillyBean over at our discussion group about mystery plants and with a little help from our friends ove
Eileen Vennum sent in a pix of a mystery plant she and her husband have been seeing in spring along the roads of east Texas. Before reading any further, wanna hazard a guess?
One of the on-going discussion groups at the Talking Plant Flickr site has focused on that age-old gardening question, "What t
Pruning. It strikes a certain terror in those of us who love our plants and can't face doing anything that might harm, disfigure or discourage them. You know who you are. Funny, though, I never thought I was one of you until I hit a brick wall con...