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A man does not plant a tree for himself, he plants it for posterity. - Alexander Smith With little effort and zero fancy equipment, I’ve reduced my average water consumption by three percent. Long, hot days of summer have slowed me down and drained ME of energy, but not the weeds. The weeds are running...

A man does not plant a tree for himself, he plants it for posterity. - Alexander Smith With little effort and zero fancy equipment, I’ve reduced my average water consumption by three percent. Long, hot days of summer have slowed me down and drained ME of energy, but not the weeds. The weeds are running...

A man does not plant a tree for himself, he plants it for posterity. - Alexander Smith With little effort and zero fancy equipment, I’ve reduced my average water consumption by three percent. Long, hot days of summer have slowed me down and drained ME of energy, but not the weeds. The weeds are running...

A man does not plant a tree for himself, he plants it for posterity. - Alexander Smith With little effort and zero fancy equipment, I’ve reduced my average water consumption by three percent. Long, hot days of summer have slowed me down and drained ME of energy, but not the weeds. The weeds are running...

Seattle’s winter 2008 has been too long, too gray, and too cold for this transplanted soul. But one day of sunshine can erase the memories of the drab and dreary days past and induce a euphoric state of optimism. Saturday was just that sort of day as I left home for a romp in the Washington Arboretum...

The Future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams! Eleanor Roosevelt Twelve glorious days of February sunshine and my bleak yard erupted with winter weeds, in my garden, in my lawn and on my paths. They probably were there before the sunshine, but the sunshine drew me into the garden...

I'm trying to love the winter garden but to do so I'm forced to play mind games with myself. My cognitive behavior modification goes something like this. I discover my brain hatching a thought about how gray the day is, or how bleak the landscape appears, or how much I miss the flowers and foliage...

Sunday’s glorious sunshine found me in the boggy garden looking for signs of Spring. My bog garden of carnivorous plants is very sad looking, dormant and resting out the winter. I installed the bog last summer with help from my son, a successful carnivorous plant gardener. Having killed my fair share...

Happy New Year! Where’s the sun? Winter Solstice came and went, so the daylight hours are lengthening right? I am noticing cherry trees budding out, somewhat tentatively, but it’s happening. In the gray of winter I spend too much time reading gardening books and dreaming of spring. Over the holidays...

Last week’s rain created waterfalls in my rock walls and lake sized puddles at the corner of my house which resulted in a stream of water across my laundry room floor. Hunched under a torrential downpour I dug drainage ditches from my new lakes to the front slope – it worked! Within a couple of hours...