Monthly Archives: March 2014

3-28-14 Pruning back frost damage after waiting until spring

Posted on Friday, March 28, 2014 by Heather Hacking

Remember months ago before we were worried about drought? In September we were worried about an unseasonably warm autumn. Bulbs were popping up. Then, in early December we were worried about frost damage. Hot lemonade was a nightly treat when … Continue reading →

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Showering with a bucket

Posted on Thursday, March 27, 2014 by Heather Hacking

This whole water crisis has caught a lot of people off-guard. I can’t help but notice the plants in my yard looked dead and lifeless. Yet, it’s winter. I just normally don’t notice. We had those weeks with bitter cold. … Continue reading →

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Love is in the air, can you smell it?

Posted on Thursday, March 20, 2014 by Heather Hacking

Nothing beats the early-in-the-romance moment when you’re called to the front of the office to fetch an envy-inducing vase of flowers. Bonus if there is an announcement over the loud speaker. Extra bonus if you did not send the flowers … Continue reading →

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1-10-14 Fight back at frost with some bare-root planting

Posted on Friday, March 7, 2014 by Heather Hacking

I just watched the movie “The Adjustment Bureau,” with Matt Damon. The character, David Norris, had just lost an election. At his concession speech he notes: “We had a rule in my neighborhood: When you got in a fight, it … Continue reading →

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1-31-14 Retrospective of a deprived childhood

Posted on Tuesday, March 4, 2014 by Heather Hacking

As a young child of 7, 8 and 9, I would have rattled off a long list of things for which I was deprived. Unlike Lori Lazarek, my best friend three doors down, my mother would not buy me Wonder … Continue reading →

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