Vineyard Gardener
By LYNNE IRONS
Last Saturday’s cold snap lit a fire under me. There were so many last (for me, first) minute winter preparations.
I stapled a...
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For years, I viewed alyssum as old lady plants. Now that I have become one, I know why. First of all, they are completely...
By LYNNE IRONS
Suzan Bellincampi’s All Outdoors column last week was so informative about plastic bags. All I could think about was the scene in...
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Every year the human heart loses several grams of muscle mass and therefore pumps less blood as we age. Those of a certain age...
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Roger Spinney shared a wonderful concept with the Baptists last week. The word humility comes from the Greek for humus. Talk...
By LYNNE IRONS
You would be hard-pressed to find someone further politically left than me. However, the other day I was potting up some plants and...
By LYNNE IRONS
It is difficult to set my priorities this time of year. It is still so warm and pleasant. Should I finish picking and processing...
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How about that Al Gore winning the Nobel Peace Prize? Nice to know he is still getting the popular vote. I listened to his...
By LYNNE IRONS
I am enjoying a big glass of grape juice at this moment. If I could have a do-over in the gardening world, I would not have...
By LYNNE IRONS
I use a typewriter to write this column. I really like the sound and feel of the old-fashioned typewriter. People make fun of me...
By LYNNE IRONS
Holy potatoes. As you may recall, in the spring, I tossed my potatoes into my old chicken yard, covered each with a flake of hay,...
By LYNNE IRONS
Last Saturday’s rain made me so happy. There is nothing quite like waking up to that soft patter. It sure makes one’s bed enjoyable...