Fredericksburg, Virginia
Where the wild things grow
Native plants, garden notes, and essays from the banks of the Rappahannock in Fredericksburg, Virginia.
The signs of Spring's arrival are everywhere — hints of leaves on the trees, native perennials poking through the soil, and the Rappahannock River turtles sunning themselves on logs. But there's another list, too.
On a dark, cold Monday night in November, I went to an educational meeting at the local library. The topic was PFAS — toxic biosolid sludge being used as fertilizer...
On yet another bone chilling day in January, I peer out the window at Winter's palette of grey and brown. I retreat to the comfort of my sunroom — and to a thrilling book find at the library.
“I write about what I'm growing, what I'm reading, and what I think we should be paying more attention to. Native plants, green gardening, and the slow work of caring for a small piece of Virginia earth.”
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