The end of summer makes some people sad. I long for cooler weather and fall crops ('cause it's 86 degrees F in my house and we don't have air conditioning).
August is when most gardens start to look like hell. We do our best to keep things looking nice, but nature always wins in the end.
There's a point in summer where, as much as I love my garden, I want to get away from it all. I want to lounge in a hammock, read books and take naps.
🎵 Summer Lovin' happened so fa-ast.🎵 Well, for anxious gardenerds, summer couldn't get here soon enough. The wait between planting and harvesting feels soooo long, doesn't it?
The spring garden is showing signs of promise, portent, and poppies. There's so much bursting from the soil, so much potential, it's hard to contain one's excitement.
Why am I calling this the winds of spring? Taking photos for today's Wordless Wednesday was a challenge because the wind was blowing through the garden at 20 miles per hour.
There is a lot of spring activity in the garden. And with a fresh downpour this week, the garden is jumping to life.
Early spring is in full force here at Gardenerd HQ, much to our delight. Here's some inspiration for the week.
The garden gives us a dose of "new" every time we plant seeds. This promise of newness leads us through winter; it's the light at the end of the tunnel.
I've always said that winter is our spring here in Los Angeles, and the garden is bursting with signs of spring already.