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…

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…