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

Sheeeesh. What a novel idea: Contextual design. Instead of subdivisions. Read the whole article from the New West here. Now if only I could do something about the moron who slashed the crap out of the neighboring hillside. The one who...

My gal pal, Lois DeVries, from New Jersey, sent me an e-mail today, introducing me to a couple new gardening friends, Carlo and Bob . I loved her introductions and am still giggling about what she had to say about me. Here is...

This has been a most splendid day at the Newcomer house. I woke to 20 mile an hour winds and the giant reed grass, arundo donax, beating the daylights out of my bedroom window screen. The giant flag at the Simplot mansion was...

Friends, I do believe I forgot to steer the ship! You must go check out my gal pal Lois's cool blog, she is here. Lois and I have spent many an hour together on buses, traveling to gardens to and fro and yakking our heads...

I believe the actual title of the song is "We Shall Gather at the River." See, my mama's family is devout Catholic; but my daddy, rest his wicked soul, sent me to Methodist Sundy school. Yup, Sundy. He called the preacher:...

Never mind the river. That song just popped into my noggin as I was getting ready to type. Let's get some stuff together for our patio decorations. All Martha Stewart like. So, get your team of hired help together, sharpen your felcos...

The good men at THE RIVER RADIO, Ken and Timmy, have made me an offer I can't possibly refuse. They groveled and whined and begged me to keep them company in the dark days of winter. They want to know what goes...