Our light rail line from the southern burbs to Downtown is a dreary scene for most of its expanse. Built along an existing rail line through an industrial corridor long long in the tooth, the only greenery found is the errant tumble weed or small oasis of rail station trees. I long for the calming […]
Do you ever wonder where florists get the flowers they use? Ever since my husband bought me this bouquet, I’ve wanted to find a green mum. One place to find green is Kings Mums Although none have the mint / lime green this one has, I do like the variety Killeen. […]
How do you gather the most sun in the least amount of space? Who does it better than anything else? What else than a flower named for it, a sunflower. Math Engineer, Alexander Mitsos, from MIT used numerical optimization to find the most efficient space design for concentrating solar power plants, like Gemsolar in Spain. In […]
Today I come across flowers containing the Buchner family name. Could I grow these in a Colorado garden? Genus Buchnera — a plant genus inthe Orobanchaceae family also known as broomrape. This genus was recently moved from the Scrophulariaceae family, also known as the figwort family. The Orobanchaceae family are predominantly parasitic plants using the […]
Make your garden a voice for nature. Each year I come up with a list of Spring chores, a to do list that gets my garden ready for the growing season. This year I thought I would create a different list. A list that isn’t just about this year, but a list with loftier ideals, […]
May the chill of winter be nowhere you are found and the bright spring days be cheering you always and the warm summer rays be holding your heart and flowers be everywhere you are found … and now you know why I was never a poet! Miss you mom!
A Prayer in Spring by Robert Frost Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by […]
In my backyard lies ground hallowed by years of pouring love into plant after plant with never a survivor, I’m thinking of designating it a cemetery. The sign will read “Here good plants come to die“ Although I did find a like minded soul while thinking on this. She calls her blog, The Gulag Garden