Author Archives: Kristin Green

Credit: Kristen Green

Witchy winter bloomers on the wish list

Witchy winter bloomers on the wish list

When I spoke before about being underwhelmed by winter, I probably should have knocked wood. Not that I feel powerful enough to conjure a blizzard, and not that I minded. As storms go, this one (are we calling it Juno?) struck a sublime balance between excitement and compulsory coziness. I wasn’t the least bit inconvenienced

Credit: Kristin Green

Footed ferns funky but forgiving

I read recently that, just as gardeners should learn the lay of the land for at least a year before starting a garden, a new homeowner should move in before repainting. Good advice I would have been much too impatient to heed back when my carpenter and I first took possession of a purple living

Garden notes bring order to the march of time

I can hardly believe it’s a new year already. It feels like mere days rather than twelve months since I waxed rhapsodic about visiting greenhouses and using candlelight to cozy winter’s dark nights. And I remember bemoaning the lateness of spring as if summer never happened. Time seems to stretch in winter like a rubber

Col—Green—12.10.14

Down to Earth: Holiday houseplants

A friend who spends part of every fall in an 80º greenhouse caring for a legion of poinsettia plants, recently wondered aloud, “Why?” Why is this persnickety tropical shrub, with giant bracts masquerading as flowers, inextricably tied to Christmas? Why does everyone in climates like this one, insist on risking this plant’s life and raison

Make the season ‘slow’

I’m going to bet that most of you have heard of the Slow Food Movement by now. Almost everyone I know has made a conscious shift away from processed “fast” food to sustainable, locally grown whole-food sources. We’re eager to reap the health benefits and do our part for the environment too. But if you

A sunny, dry summer catches up with the garden

I lived in blissful denial for most of the summer, thinking that our periodic rain showers, always overnight or when I needed to go back inside and clean the kitchen, were making a dent. They were not, though the amalgam of plants that constitute my lawn stayed green through August. We are nowhere near as

Top