Sep 18, 2011 5:29 PM
This week I’m getting on my soapbox. But before I step up and begin my spiel, a little background.
While I have gardened on the East End for 30 years, I have a second home and it’s up in the mountains. Like many of you, I get to my second home only on weekends and vacations.
Up north, my growing season is very, very short. In an average winter we get 12 feet of snow, and by the time you read this we will have already had our first killing frost. And while your garden is probably plagued (or blessed) with sand, my mountain garden is nothing but rock. But that’s where we actually have a commonality.
Ah, you are perplexed? The common factor is that here, as is the case there, too,... more
While I have gardened on the East End for 30 years, I have a second home and it’s up in the mountains. Like many of you, I get to my second home only on weekends and vacations.
Up north, my growing season is very, very short. In an average winter we get 12 feet of snow, and by the time you read this we will have already had our first killing frost. And while your garden is probably plagued (or blessed) with sand, my mountain garden is nothing but rock. But that’s where we actually have a commonality.
Ah, you are perplexed? The common factor is that here, as is the case there, too,... more
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