Sunday’s my time to garden but these days it’s hard to stick to the ever-growing chores. Although the weeds are calling me, so are the flowers, like my long-established, swoon-worthy Byzantine gladiolus. Newe Ya’ar sage—the only sage that’s worked for me—is such a bee flurry right now that I delayed my trip to the recycling | read more →

I can almost hear things growing after rain at last! In a break between drenches, bees lost no time grabbing a quick bite on my spuria irises. These perennials go dormant in summer, emerge in late fall, and zoom up in early spring. Taping in Dripping Springs last week, a dry creek bed was indeed | read more →