To me, March is an untrustworthy month. The winds and the ides of March are both notorious, but the month holds much that is unexpected. For instance, I’ve l...

My title may sound like the name of a ski resort, but I mean only to suggest what might go on in a garden during winter. What? Nothing? Well, not quite. But w...

My first house plant was a pineapple. I must have read some place that it was possible to root the top of the plant, below the leaves, fresh from the store. ...

OK, so my cut flower garden doesn't quite resemble that of Lisa Ziegler. Maybe it's because I didn't have Grandpa conditioning my soil with leaf mulch for 1...

by Jim Davis The poet Wordsworth was probably right. The way we look at nature changes as we grow up. Our early innocence is full of wonder, but a later ma...

I was only a child during the Second World War, but for various reasons the conflict seemed a presence in my life, even without the horror there to convince ...

By Jim Davis In my years as a Master Gardener I’ve taken on a few jobs, all of which were not only satisfying but also a real pleasure. There remains a task,...

by Jim Davis My mother was a great gardener, and I inherited her love of nature and plants.  Routine things such as establishing a career and helping raise a...