Pardon our mess! We’re moving hosting providers and making some updates to the site. Any broken images will be back soon.
Thanks for your patience!
The sainted shrub did not resurrect itself this Spring. As I suspected, I had killed my birthday present to myself. The forever lusted after beautyberry bush, with its sumptuous purple berries clustered up and down its languorous limbs, was decidedly dead and was probably doomed to be yard waste from the moment I laid eyes…
The native plants sale at Adkins Arboretum always happens right around my birthday. This is the sale that you buy plants and hedge your bets that you won’t kill them. I have still mismanaged many of these poor plants and killed them off but hope springs eternal. On September 12th, 2014, finding myself with Fiona…
Archives
