The Packrat Chronicles

There’s a reason my family calls my house “Li-Mart.” In recent weeks, I have supplied the following without leaving the confines of my home: **298 Danish Krone to my mother. In August, she goes to Copenhagen to visit friends (a family that includes...

No-seedling-left-behind Update

Like every gardener I know at this time of the year, if I’m not actually gardening, I’m out in the yard with the micrometer, measuring hourly growth here in Zone 7. But today (when I’ve done enough writing to have earned it) will be the day for...

and so the dividing & conquering begins…

Starting yesterday, and for the sixth year in a row, I’m gathering up all the little wayward volunteers and spreaders in my garden, potting them up, and selling them (ok, giving them away, practically) to neighbors and passersby sometime close to the end of May....

THE GIFT FOR THRIFT: An Introduction

My first memory, age 4, is of where I was when JFK was shot: in a thrift store (the still-extant Hamper Shop of Lankenau Hospital, to be precise). It was the perfect place for my budget-conscious mom to find clothes for her three girls, including fancy dresses and...