Every other morning lately, I'm out in the front yard, harvesting okra.   I've grown far more of it than I need, with just about twe...

It was in the early spring of last year, reaching down to pluck a green bean, that I first got stabbed.   It was an unexpectedly sharp pain ...

This morning, as the sun crested the small rise to the East, I was out in my garden picking the last of the blueberries.   The day was going...

As my garden stirs to life in the burgeoning warmth of early summer, I find myself engaged in some difficult weeding. Weeding is something I...

Out in my front yard, my garden is stirring after an erratic but wintery winter. In the two eight by eight beds that flank my driveway, the ...

I will, on occasion, see folks pitching up suburban survival gardens.  We suburbanites are anxious creatures, dimly aware of how vulnerable ...

I've been growing okra this year, mostly as an experiment to see how it fares in our ever warming Midatlantic climate.   The answer, muc...

At the far northeastern corner of my little suburban lot, the sunflowers are again rising.  I've been growing them for several years now...

Three years ago, I put bare-root asparagus into a four by eight plot in my front yard.   I've always enjoyed asparagus, and when my wife...

It's been a good spring, because it's been spring this spring. The last four or five years, late March and early April have been ino...

When my family returned to the States from London back in 1982, my father planted a garden.   A five-by-ten patch of grass on the southeaste...

As the Poolesville Community Garden winds down its first year of operation, it's been great seeing the church and our partnership wit...

All summer long, I've been tending them. They weren't much to look at, those little bushes, filling a three by ten foot plot to th...

As my schedule has become more flexible over the last six months, I've found myself spending more time in our garden.   We occupy the su...