When it comes to shopping for Christmas presents, the push for supporting local independent businesses and Kansas-made products continues. We asked readers to chime in with their favorite gifts and gift sources for inspiration. And we heard from some people who make products themselves.
“Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone” the song goes, and when I think of Christmas tree farms and Christmas tree lots – as with so many good things – it seems as if we’re watching the lyric in action.
I don’t like to skip ahead of Thanksgiving to get to Christmas, but we can in good conscience start putting porch pots together now that can span winter, with additions that can reflect each of the holidays.
We’ve now had our first rude drop to the cellar of temperatures. It’s funny how the memory does not prepare you for a wind chill of 9 degrees. Especially when you thought you could get away without wearing socks one more day.
If I plant gourds again (talk me out of it, won't you?), maybe I'll want to try something different from the dippers I've already grown. (They are definitely worth growing in a smallish garden — once.)
Have you ever taken a walk at an unexpected time of day or run an unanticipated errand, only to see the sunlight glancing off a brick wall as you’ve never seen it, or catch a dramatic moonrise that you’d have missed if you’d stayed home?
I don’t like to get up early on Saturday mornings, but I was happy that I was out and about last Saturday morning, when many of Wichita’s lawns were covered with their first frost of the season, and the evergreens, when the sun shone through the frosty boughs, looked bejeweled.
The tips of the trees are catching fire at the top of the Bradford pear outside my north windows, and a constant orange sun is setting in the west window, while a golden sunrise is about to break out in the branches of a tree outside another window.
The green leaves of the oakleaf hydrangea are starting to burnish burgundy in the encroaching cold, while a thin-leafed euphorbia in a front-porch pot is turning a vivid clear red.
I’m not always a patient person. Impatiens, in fact, should probably be my signature flower.
Except for a couple of summery days, fall has felt like fall so far. It’s been just delightful:
When David Rothenberger decided to pursue a new hobby three years ago – a model railroad for the garden – he was retired and didn’t exactly have a lot of money to spend on it.
The front entrance is one of the most important parts of a houses landscape. Its the area that the public sees while passing by, and visitors get a close-up look whenever they approach the door.
Given the choice between planting single specimens of a diversity of flowers or massing plants of one type of flower, which do you think better serves pollinators?
Giant elephant ears, fistfuls of figs and a wildflower jungle emerge from the rains.
Now this is the way to start seeds. Around mid-February, grab a glass of wine and a book. Lay the seed atop some potting soil and spritz. Sit down to read, and sip, and by the time you reach the third chapter voila, the seed has germinated.
I’ve been wondering a couple of things this week:
Wichita gardener rekindles his passion for cactus 30 years after a thief stole his collection.
Kenyans and Sri Lankans join in cultivating plants for sharing with others.