Dead Write

Dead Write

He loved to reap, he loved to sow. Flowers on earth he loved to grow. The rose of Sharon’s now his to see, A gardener in heaven he’s sure to be. All Hallow’s Eve, Halloween, All Saints’ Day, All Souls Day, and Dia de las Muertos. I was born right in the middle of all...
I Came, I Slaw, I Conquered

I Came, I Slaw, I Conquered

Isn’t it amazing how our tastes change (literally) as we become adults? And yes, in my case, I use the word “adult” loosely. When I was a kid, cabbage certainly wasn’t on my preferred food list. Heck, anything that smells like a baby diaper shouldn’t really be on the...
The Fall Guy

The Fall Guy

I’m been gardening for as long as I can remember and it’s pretty much always been like this, and probably always will be, perhaps even worse. After all, summer in Texas is the equivalent of a Minnesota winter: a blistering hell that seems like it will never end....
Black and White and Read All Over

Black and White and Read All Over

Life is a garden, where people, like flowers, come in all colors. -Greg Grant The most important event in my life was the day, in fourth grade, when I laid hands on a little paperback book about George Washington Carver. I didn’t know and didn’t care if he was black...
Book Worms

Book Worms

Last month, I attended my late friend Paul Cox’s memorial at the San Antonio Botanical Gardens. After the service, Paul’s wife Michelle allowed his friends to take a book and a handmade smoking pipe from his lifetime collection. Paul and I both loved books. I chose...
Black and Blue

Black and Blue

I recently attended our annual Texas A&M AgriLife Extension horticulture annual professional development training and retreat and had the honor of rooming with my mentor Dr. William C. Welch. This year’s meeting was held in Brazoria County and was hosted by their...