From the Series: Life on Dog Hill It’s that time of year in North Carolina when I become a full-time gardener and part-time everything else. Although I’m still waiting for the green leaves on the trees to unfurl, there’s much to do in a zone seven garden. Pruning,...
From the series: Life on Dog Hill Most of my discretionary time these days is spent in the garden. To be honest, unless I have a work commitment (someone else paying for my time), I’m in the garden. After all, it’s July in a zone 7. Nature is taking over. I begin my...
From the Series: Life on Dog Hill When I stepped out into the garden to pull a few weeds, it was 7:40 in the morning. I’d just finished my second cup of coffee with hubby. “Only 20 minutes,” I told him, as he headed downstairs to his office. “I’ve got too much to do...
From the Series: Life on Dog Hill Hubby is convinced I was once a Vestal Virgin, one of the girls from Ancient Rome taken before age ten to train–and then tend–the sacred fire. Vesta was the goddess of the hearth, and the Vestal Virgins were priestesses of...
From the series: Life on Dog Hill Now that I’ve got my kids’ attention, listen up! As the head gardner on Dog Hill, I’m telling you that everyone has to weed. You wanna roof over your head? You wanna see food on the table? Weed (ing) is the answer. Here are five...
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