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As we garden where it’s high and oh so dry…where the deer and the buffalo roam.

It just scared the bee-jabbers out of me to realize one tenth of this year is GONE, really gone, gone gone gone. It was seeing the 38/365 in the title. YIKES! To soothe the winter weary soul, to warm your little cockles, I give you these: ...

Another little teaser photo as I go through the piles of photos from the Northwest Flower and Garden Show. I could use an outdoor kitchen like this: I don't need or want one of those $35,000 numbers. No thanks. ...

Tried to upload this from the Seattle Airport last night w/no luck and even worse connection. Here's the little guy that made a break for it at the garden show. I called the caper: Goats do Roam. (play on Cotes du Rhone) ...

To quote my pal, Lorene Edwards Forkner: Vegetable gardening is the gateway drug to ornamental gardening. I say this is one fine Tater Tot. See where it got me? ...

Late in getting this posted but I WAS definitely in the full on gardening mode and surrounded by all things green at the 21st annual Northwest Flower and Garden Show in Seattle. Its always sensory overload and delight at the show: thousands of perfect tulips...

Happy Ground Hog Day! I am getting the biggest kick out of my ancient relic journal. Who knew I'd still be gardening and a gardening FOOL 28 years later? And I told someone the other day, "I don't know if I've ever grown onions." Says right...

There is no end to the crazy stuff I am finding as I go through my old boxes of photos and gardening junk. OK, so this isn't junk. Here's are two more pages from my 1982 and 1983 gardening journal. We lived in Lexington Park,...

Here's my beloved Grandpa John (John M. Norton, originally of St. Marie's, Idaho), working away in the garden at Latah, Washington. It was at his knee, and my Grandmother Catherine's, that I learned to garden. The man was a gardening master. Every year, he and...