Hello, fellow lovers of all things green, Last week’s yellowing fiddle-leaf fig and mealybug dilemmas led me to yet another houseplant in distress. Blaine Rothauser, a remarkable photographer and naturalist whose artful images have graced many of our column chats, reached out ab

Hello, fellow lovers of all things green, After the story about the wisdom of Harvesting Rainwater & Snowmelt, I heard from Jennifer in Bangor, Pennsylvania. Her fiddlehead fig tree had developed yellowing leaves. How delightful it is when one question leads back to a familiar sto

Hello, fellow lovers of all things green. I recently received the New Jersey Tree Survey in the mail. It always makes me smile — and pause at the irony. A large, printed document arrives, urging us to save trees on paper made from trees. Still, its arrival feels like an invitation to

Hello, fellow lovers of all things green, Many of us long for greenery, especially in winter. So much so that roughly 66 percent of American households have indoor plants. Not only are they beautiful, but they also improve air quality and provide joy and serenity, supporting our menta

Hello, fellow lovers of all things green. As we begin a new year, we tend to reflect on what no longer serves us and set intentions that grow in their own time. I’m writing this on a cold winter morning, shortly after a quick cross-country ski around the property. A light dusting of s

Hello, fellow lovers of all things green, Happy New Year! A new year feels like an ideal time to pause and reflect on the path we’ve walked together, noticing what has grown—not just in our gardens, but within us. Curiosity Over Fear: A Copperhead’s Lesson One story that stood o

Hello, fellow lovers of all things green. Decorating with What Remains I mentioned a few weeks ago that I was on a scavenger hunt to decorate window boxes and pots. Well, the holly branches chewed off Ellie’s memorial holly dried out amazingly fast, likely due to the buck’

Hello fellow of all things green, Last week, I shared about the buck rub on Ellie’s memorial holly (link below) and how branches ended up strewn along the base of the tree. While rubbing, deer often chew on lower branches, then paw at the soil and urinate to mark their territory. I sa

Hello, fellow lovers of all things green, You may remember the story of the replacement tree planted in memory of Miss Ellie Mae, my rescue before Jolee. The first tree, a ‘Baby Blue Eyes’ Blue Spruce, didn’t survive. Its roots were severely cut and crisscrossed—what’s known in the tr

Hello, fellow lovers of all things green. I harvested the last of my vegetables from the garden—late by most standards. But tucked into that final harvest were unexpected reminders of the resilience of a No-Till garden and the quiet wisdom that arrives when we let Nature lead. Ripenin