Michigan Garden Muse

It is only the middle of August and it's already begun. Truthfully, it goes on all year except when the garden is under snow, but August...

This is the summer of the large, completely smitten crush on daylillies. While always appreciated as reliable, hard-working border dwellers,...

July is the month when a legal guardian or conservator really ought to accompany me on trips to the garden nursery, ostensibly to restock co...

One spring day walking home and, as I approached the house, contemplating and critiquing the front garden as I am wont to do whenever it is ...

When heavy-muscled storm clouds envelop the blue skies, and rain falls in foggy mists and sweeping showers for several days running, it is a...

One of the more challenging things to do in the garden this summer is to repose at complete ease in the Adirondack chair or on one of the ru...

It's now the middle of June (even if the weather for the last few weeks has perversely behaved like mid-to-late October), the garden is ...

Propelling an old-fashioned rotary hand mower through the lengths of volunteer little bluestem and rye grass, chicory and milkweed, stinking...

Yuck and horrors, they are everywhere! Drive the country roads, highways, village streets of northwestern Michigan this spring, and nary a s...

With the skeleton of the garden in trees, shrubs and perennials now, in its sixth year, well established and growing great guns, attention t...

As a gardener, it is probably the better part of wisdom not to play favorites among the plants, lest it occasion hurt feelings, jealousy, su...

“The misunderstanding I have with Nature over my perennial border,” writes gardener Sara Stein, “I think it is a flower garden. She thinks i...