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…
A late-November garden can make a weather report feel personal. The forecast says the low was 36 degrees Fahrenheit. The porch thermometer agrees. Nothing, according to the numbers, should have frozen. Then you step outside and the lawn is silvered, the fallen oak leaves are rimmed white, and the low parsley at the edge of the path looks as if…
