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Garden Reports and Rejoicing – June 28

You might have hated them in high school because they wrecked the grading curve. Or maybe you were that overachiever that set the bar so hopelessly high that everyone else despised you. No matter…thankfully, high school only happens once in a person’s life.

When it comes to plants, […]

New Plants For My Garden!

Garden Reports and Rejoicing – April 1

It’s a great time of year to work in a garden center. Summer bulbs and bare-root plants fill the racks in the store while the trucks roll into the nursery outside. Today I was thrilled to see that the new line of Sock Puppet Dahlias was in! This […]

Dear Dahlia Tubers

Garden Reports and Rejoicing – November 26 – In the Spirit of Thanksgiving Week

Dear Dahlia Tubers,

Thanks for allowing me to catch up on the news. As I dust off your clumps and wrap you in newspaper for the winter, interesting articles keep catching my eye. I don’t know how I missed all these […]

The Carrot And The Stick

Garden Reports And Rejoicing – November 9

The weather was wonderfully warm the past two days so I seized the moment and dug my dahlia tubers. In the past I haven’t been too concerned with marking specific colors or types of dahlias, but this season we discovered the downside of that relaxed approach. Somehow we’d […]

Winter Storage

Report From An Opinionated Gardener – November 19

This weekend is our time to deal with the dozens of dahlia tubers that are waiting in the garage. My husband dug them over the past two weeks, and they need to be wrapped for winter storage. We’ll cover each bunch with several layers of newspaper, and […]

The End of A Season

Report From An Opinionated Gardener – November 2

I picked the last bouquet of dahlias today. The foliage was already shriveled from a light frost on Sunday night, and it’s supposed to get even colder tonight. I picked some of the last greens from the garden for our salad, and cooked up the beets that […]


Report From PIA – December 19

One winter day when my boys were ten and fifteen years old, we went to the grocery store and as we left the youngest begged me to buy a scratch ticket. “Oh, honey,” I said, “they’re a waste of money. Only a very, very few people win anything.” I […]