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All in all, we were very lucky here. A few trees came down, a bunch of big limbs, and a million-gazillion twigs but nothing extra-precious was lost. There was no damage to any building or structure and even the gardens came through just fine. Plants ...

I think I might have an inkling of how parents feel when they realize that their babies have grown up. It seems like the garden is suddenly full of teenagers. I have to crane my neck to look at some of them and a few are clumsily in my way or gangly ...

With so much coming into bloom now I might be crazy to try to identify June's quintessential color. (I might be crazy full stop.) There are some great colors to choose from: take anything in the Rose Garden for instance. ( - I had to include another ...

Sometimes I still feel like a backseat whiner. I should know better than to complain out loud because as a kid, whenever I asked, "are we there yet?", my Mom would only reply cryptically, "10 and a little!" But I'm impatient to be done with the ...

I think it might be safe to say that we've been even busier than bees in the last couple of days. And by "we" I mostly mean the garden volunteers. Gail, Tara and I placed ... must be hundreds! of annuals and tender perennials in the Cutting Garden; ...

If I had been less distracted by tulips and planting gardens this week I might have remembered to promote an excellent event that has brought all sorts of people who had never before heard of Blithewold (perish the thought!) here today. Members of ...

Everybody loves babies, right? They're so tiny and soft and fuzzy; totally precious and addictively photogenic. I am completely enamored with spring's tiny toes and can't get enough of (almost) all of its smells. I'm so glad I remembered to visit ...

Spiking temperatures in the heat of the sun are making us sweat and bitter winds give us the chills. Add to that the frenetic frantics of  "gotta get the gardens cleaned out NOW!" coupled with a lethargy bordering on catatonia that sets in after a ...

I'm probably not alone in preferring to work indoors whenever it's cold and wet outside; and in going absolutely bonkers if I can't get outside whenever the sun is warm and the air is soft and lovely. But from now until late May, June we have to be ...

My brain thinks I don't like March much. Looking out at rain pouring over a taupe-loafer colored world, it's not too difficult to understand why... The whole idea of March just seems fraught with drear and impatience and interminable, unrequited, ...