In the soft weather of May, ferns can make a shaded bed look as if it has invented a new kind of spring. One week there is only leaf litter, damp soil, and the brown remains of last year’s stems. Then little green scrolls rise from the crown, tucked inward like the heads of violins, each one holding a whole…
In late April, a bed of young greens can look perfect at breakfast and peppered by lunch. The arugula leaves are still bright and tender. The mustard seedlings are standing. The radish tops look cheerful. But every leaf has acquired tiny round holes, as if someone spent the morning tapping them with a miniature paper punch. The damage is so…
Late April is when spring bulbs start to lose the argument with taste. A daffodil that looked almost heroic two weeks ago now has a collapsed flower head, a papery stem, and a thick fountain of leaves leaning over the path. Tulips drop their petals and leave behind cups of green foliage that seem to take up more space than…
A good spring radish should feel almost impossible for something so quick: crisp, juicy, sharp enough to wake up a salad, and gone from seed to harvest before slower vegetables have settled into their stride. Then, some years, the first bite is a disappointment. The root looks fine from the outside, but inside it is dry, spongy, woody, or hollow.…
April Fools’ Day belongs to whoopee cushions, fake announcements, and suspiciously confident advice from people who should know better. The garden does not need any of that. It has been running its own jokes for millions of years, and some of the best ones are flowers. Not joke flowers in the novelty sense. Real flowers. Carefully built flowers. Flowers that…
An onion row in March does not look like much to brag about. The plants are thin, blue-green, and a little awkward, each one a narrow tuft set into cold soil. They do not sprawl like squash, gleam like peppers, or make the quick promises of radishes. A young onion looks almost underbuilt for the job ahead. Then summer arrives…
In mid-March, a peony bed can look empty until it suddenly does not. The soil is still dark and cold. Last year’s stems have been cut away. Mulch lies flat, and the rest of the border is only beginning to loosen. Then, from the crown, a cluster of red points breaks the surface. They do not look like the flowers…
In early March, the garden can look almost ready if you stand far enough away. The beds are no longer frozen. The days have lengthened. Seed packets are stacked on the table, and the first green points are testing the surface. Then you step into the bed and the soil answers with a slow, glossy squelch. This is one of…
A March delivery of bare-root plants can feel like an accusation. You open the box expecting a garden, and what you find looks more like a bundle of sticks that spent the winter in a shed: no leaves, no soil, pale roots wrapped in damp paper or shavings, a few tight buds along the stems if you are lucky. This…
An asparagus bed can look empty in a way that tests a gardener’s memory. In late winter it is just a strip of soil, a little straw, perhaps a few cut stalks from last year if cleanup was delayed. Then a mild spell passes through. You walk by in the morning and see nothing. By evening, a green point has…
