Isaac has dirty knees

The Irony of Gardening

I like my work in part, because it makes me feel like I’m making the world a slightly better place. My meager contribution, but a contribution nonetheless. It struck me, however, that I equally destroy pieces of the world with every job. Pulling out weeds, clipping branches, killing aphids…with every nurturing act an equal and…

the tired gardener

Rockin’ Out

I have a love-hate relationship with decorative stone. It’s beautiful, it doesn’t need fertilizer or water, doesn’t blow away or fade. It does however, inspire cuss words when I’m trying to weed it. I currently have a client who has done lovely work with stone. The pathway, however, is riddled with soil and last year’s…

spring is here

It’s Spring (Sort of)! Gardening Through the Mud

Just as I had resigned myself to never seeing green again, something magical happened. The. Snow. Started. Melting. After a colder-than-usual winter (for my southern neighbours, that saying a lot), most Montrealers are desperate for some sun and warmth. Today, I looked over at my savagely mistreated, tiny, urban garden AND SAW SOMETHING GREEN. My…