Staples aside, I find what we do and don’t choose to grow in our gardens endlessly interesting.
You may find this shocking (and I hesitate to say it out loud because it makes me sound quite ignorant), but I have only recently discovered gardenias.
Brace yourselves, tighten your seat belts or do whatever else it takes to glue yourself to this week’s garden column because I have some news that will change your lives.
It’s typical of New Zealand weather to hold back the worst until last, and this season is no exception.
Am I the only one who get anxious about seeds germinating?
Like most scientists, we gardeners are curious about our natural environment.
The olives on the tree outside my window here in Greece are slowly fattening.
Greeks aren’t very adaptable when it comes to food. At least, not in the Arkadian village that has been my second home for the last thirty years, and where I’m now holidaying.
Last year, while living in Auckland for three months from July-September, I was astonished to notice that for my entire period in the city, several varieties of flowering shrubs and trees were in bloom.
It's early summer in Armenia, the southern most country of the Caucasus which separates Europe from the Middle East.