They say all good things must come to an end, right? No, I don’t accept that, but “change is inevitable – change is constant” that one I believe. After 6 amazing years the time has come for me to move on from plantlust.com. Time for a change – but even when the change...
Magnolia macrophylla: Articles from The Editorial Side
If you’re not having fun in the garden, then what’s the point?
Initially this post was going to be the 3rd in my "never say never" series. After all I never thought I would be planting Begonias in my garden, and certainly not in my much loved chartreuse Circle Pot. But then I realized it wasn't so much about breaking the Begonia...
Autumn abundance
No, I’m not talking about the harvest. For most of us autumn means an abundance of falling leaves. Leaves you rake, leaves you use the blower on, and then there are these. These you simply pick up by their stems, almost like you’re collecting a wildflower bouquet. I...
This Summer’s Most Wanted Plants: Big Ol’ Flowers
I love finding inspiration from other people's searches on plant lust. I'll admit, I'm a little set in my ways in my garden, and sometimes doubt I'm going to be swayed by popular opinion. But I'm always pleasantly surprised at what jumps out at me and right onto my...
Your garden, in words…
I’m curious, have you ever been tasked with writing a description of your garden? On the surface it sounds simple, but then emotion gets in the way. All those things you see (they’re out there in the future, you can see them clearly), that others might not. You need...
It’s Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day
It’s one of the best known meme’s for garden bloggers – the 15th of each month is given over to photographing (and sharing) what’s blooming in our gardens. Even a foliage lover like me can be seduced by a few flowers now and then. Flowers are fleeting, but foliage is...
I’ve got a bad case of magnolia lust
Magnolias are a romantic bunch, thought of like southern belles with a blousy bloom, a fleeting moment of floral perfection. Whenever I confess to love them madly, I’m met with a questioning glance. This does not equate. She of the spikes, desert plants and love of...