You Grow Girl™

"As weird weather and record-high temperatures continue to afflict much of the northern hemisphere, the natural flora around us — and what we can grow in our gardens — is slowly changing." Read the rest here, at the Toronto Star.

I'm currently in Northern California for the Blogher Conference. I've been to these parts once before but the massiveness of the plants, most especially the invasives really stand out this time. I assumed this patch of renegade nasturtiums was a random fluke.

Several years ago, London's Victoria and Albert Museum hosted The Other Flower Show. Ten renowned artists were invited to transform a museum-provided garden shed into a work of art. The result was an exhibit conceptually based around the method of gardening rather than the garden itself. The

Agh. A week went by and I ran out of time to do a review of what’s going on with my second square foot gardening box (a 4’x 4’ square), and now that I look back at this photo that was taken only a week ago, I realize

Well, it's come to the time when I have to stay goodbye to the garden I've built and worked for two years. But that's okay, as my mother says "there'll be other gardens to sow", and she's right. But still, it's always hard saying goodbye.

The heat, mixed with a few days of rain this week, sent the various plants in my two square foot garden boxes (to avoid confusion that's two 4'x4' squares) to growin' up a storm. This weekend I spent a whole lot of time staking, harvesting and replanting and

Because I am afflicted with the disease commonly known as "Can't-Walk-Past-Plants, Most-Especially-Plants-on-Sale"-itis and because an entire kitchen garden that was non-existent a few days ago doesn't seem to be enough today; I done went and bought me some pathetic-looking transplants. But wait, they were only fifty cents!

It's time for me to face the cold, hard truth; my plot at The Parkdale Community Beer Garden is officially crap for growing veggies. With every new year I have found that while my soil continues to improve, the light on my tiny plot has been slowly

Well it turns out that the squirrels just up and left of their own accord. I have no idea why they would want to leave considering the cornucopia of delights waiting just outside their front door, but I'm not about to complain. And with their

Yesterday as I looked out on my little garden and picked out the weeds, it occured to me that I won't get to see the fruits of my labour this year. In about three weeks I'll be gone, off to another city. The finalization of this happened only