July became August when it was but two weeks old. Geese, one heard geese then, probing the air tentatively, like first skaters on a newly frozen pond. The growing year, half a month...
Centuries ago there was tulipomania. More recently and on a larger stage, there was the dot-com bubble, followed by the housing bubble. We know what happened to them.
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Green is the A-over of a fine well-orchestrated garden, its most-desired and indispensable cloth-of-gold mantle, indicator of not only the garden’s fundamental health, but the...
In today’s popular culture the only thing worse than bad publicity is no publicity at all.
That has been the fate of deutzias, June-flowering shrubs related to mock...
Fairies, imps, little folk, leprechauns — all the ministrants seen and unseen we will now discuss are not just at the bottom of a fine garden but at its middle and top;...
Edmund Hollander isn’t just kidding when he says his outsize, dense, and lavishly illustrated new book, “The Private Oasis” (Grayson Publishing), is not a coffee-...
To what can we attribute the enduring popularity of hostas? They can be likened to the Helen of Troy or Cleopatra of the floral world, seducing non-gardening homeowners and casual...
I suppose it was inevitable that designers would turn their color wheels for a protracted swim in the garden, but, oh lordy, to have begun on hoses? What in heaven’s name is...
