Anyone who lives in groundhog country will have a woodchuck tale or two to tell. Growing up in Kentucky I sure did. At the University of Arizona in ’67 or ’68 the first poem I wrote for my freshman poetry class was about groundhogs. Sad, but true.
Anemone tuberosa is truly a harbinger of the spring to come and I talk about this sweet early bloomer every February. 
The photo of the Anemone tuberosa is mine. And below you’ll find a book highly recommended by the local school librarian. “It’s quite informative and considerably lighter in bed.” She should know…we sleep together.
This is a repetey that I really like. It’s a reminiscence sparked by some photos taken over 60 years ago. My father took the...
Well shoot, I spent so much time jabbering about my conversion to desert rat and monsoon believer that I left some stuff out. So...
Growing plants and being involved in horticulture since 1980 meant knowing the USDA’s plant hardiness zones so I could jabber to folks knowingly (Ha!)...