Tag Archives: Kristin Green

Recharge with a ‘forest bath’

All my life I have spent my summer vacation in places as close to nature as my family is inclined to rough it. When I was a kid we spent two or three weeks at a rented turn-of-the-century camp with no indoor plumbing or electricity on a wooded island aptly named “Jolly” in Lake Winnipesaukee.

Summer: not even close to over

How can it be the beginning of August already? Maybe the weather hasn’t been quite hot enough yet (how nice to be spared a horrendous heatwave, knock on wood) or maybe I haven’t been to the beach the requisite number of times to render winter the distant memory it should be by now, because the

An old float helps calm the busyness of my front yard garden.

Garden ornaments help you gnome where to focus

Few gardeners will share the same taste in garden ornaments. Only a handful of people I know would allow a gnome or plastic flamingo though the garden gate — even for irony’s sake. Some of us like utilitarian birdbaths that plug in to prevent the water from freezing during the winter; others prefer traditional concrete

Cobalt blue sea holly mellows the garden's color clash and feeds the pollinators.

It’s a (not quite) blue enough summer

As soon as summer’s heat hits, I spend more time critiquing my garden than tending it. If only I were better about making notes, I might have remembered that every year right around now, I become bothered by what’s missing, particularly from the backyard border I can see from my desk. College level color theory

Early summer brings garden invaders

I’m pretty sure it was Christopher Lloyd of Great Dixter who, in one of his many books or articles, dared us to keep our gardens blooming into summer and fall. “Spring is easy,” I think he said. I agree! Or thought I did. On the one hand, of all the seasons, the one we’re in

The cause of my Black Lace elderberry's demise — an elderberry shoot borer.

Down to Earth

Looking around my May garden I’m reminded of the scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail in which Eric Idle walks through a plague-infested village collecting a cartful of corpses. “Bring out your dead!” he shouts. I wouldn’t blame you for questioning my sanity and attitude but let me assure you that I’m not

Go vagabonding in your own Mayscape

One of my favorite garden writers, the late great Janet Gillespie, Westport author and columnist for the New Bedford Standard Times, said of May, “in the garden seeds are coming up, weeds are proliferating, new plants arrive to be tended to and there are a hundred jobs to do. Don’t do them. Like Mole in

Time to get a move on

One recent sunny Saturday I awoke to a garden that suddenly looked less like a debris field and more like a place where green things might grow. Perennials are poking out from beneath the mulch made of winter’s stems and twigs. My tulips are up and opening, and the honesty (Lunaria annua) has budded early,

Don’t abandon indoor plants

It’s not often that I imagine my plants quoting dead poets. Or living ones for that matter. But I can almost hear my indoor collection sigh, “April is the cruellest month.” Suddenly, right when they need me the most, I have abandoned them and gone outside to garden. It’s not as if I can help

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