So, I’ve now left what may have been gardening utopia, and moved to sunny–and I mean brutally sunny enough to warp a bottle of dishwashing soap on the sink kind of sunny–Las Vegas. Our hot days are pretty much beyond what human imaginations can conceive of without having been here (have you any clue what…
The Pests of the Garden: Ongoing Horror Story
Back in May of this year, I moved to my new house. It’s a gorgeous house and while I really enjoy the layout of the garden, the positioning of the garden is flipped; I prefer a southern garden and a northern front yard, but at this house, I have a northern backyard. Come winter, this…