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

Happy Thanksgiving. Readers, please bear with me. Recently, I was asked "about the term, sense of place, what does it mean?" and last night I remembered having written this many years ago for a class on the Contemporary History of the American West....

Hey all, as I mentioned a little bit ago on the radio, you can buy huge amaryllis bulbs in time to bloom for Christmas and be a do-gooder at the same time. The proceeds from the sale of the bulbs benefit the Idaho Horticulture...

Have to get up e-a-r-l-y, way too early for me in the dark of dawn. To the radio station, that would be 94.9, the River, to talk about what's new and fun for gardeners as we approach the holidays. They want to talk...

I am so damn proud of myself. (Yeah, yeah, I know the old adage, pride goeth before a fall.) But I limited myself to 82 bulbs this year. Woops, make that 85. I have three lilies to plant and have no idea when...

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...