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Now that almost everyone concedes that the Bidens will be moving into the White House soon (hopefully, soon enough!), local garden writers like me...

Rose Russell Blakely passed away in late September. Aunt Rose loved her garden. She was 93 years old. I often visited Aunt Rose, and...

I come to praise a public garden in the Maryland suburbs of D.C. for helping thousands of locals get outdoors in nature, move their...

While it’s common—and understandable—to believe that certain subjects are somehow beyond politics, one of the reasons I’ve stuck with Garden Rant all these years...

No, you’ll find no dreadful scenes like the above lurking about my property. There is no need for manufactured horror here. If I want...

Yep, there's an elephant in the room Readers, we imagine you've noticed a recent increase in ads here on GardenRant - in the sidebar AND...

The old joke among horticulturists is that shuffling and splitting plant names keeps botanists off the dole. The botanic name-changing business has been productive,...

Right now, here in fall, this is when all the many flaws in my garden are on glorious, full on, full frontal display. Proudly,...

First we all read the big news - that the American Horticultural Society, in order to survive financially, has decided to sell the 25-acre...

Guest Post by Ginny Stibolt Someone recently asked me if there was a free online version of one of my books Organic Methods for Vegetable...

Guest post by Linda McGivern Left elbow screaming in pain (gardener’s “tennis elbow” is a real thing), I raked up the last pile of yard...

October 17, 2020 Lovettsville, VA Dear Scott, Well, August is well and truly behind us.  I don’t remember September.  It had something to do with a copyediting deadline...

My post about Lyme Disease – especially my forgetting to freak out about it, thanks to worrying about Covid – prompted this email from...

This is a year when speculation about the future underlies almost everything we do. When will we be able to see children/grandchildren/siblings who live...

I am reading Julian Barnes’s rollicking and upending book about death, entitled Nothing to Be Frightened Of. Well, I am frightened. I don’t dwell...