suburb city country

Howdy, friends. It’s been a very long while… Since I last posted we’ve been transplanted – twice! Once from our suburban Texas garden to the bustling city of Washington, DC for a year sabbatical; and then back to Texas, but this time to a new place in the country. Of course I’m wishing now that I had kept a running log of all the things that happened in that time frame here on the blog, but regrettably I didn’t. Instead, I used Instagram, the “micro-blogging” platform to post about #allthethings (okay, maybe just some of the things) going on in the garden of my life. Feel free to peruse my feed @grwhryrpltd if you’d like to see what I’ve been up to lately. I hope to write more about our next chapter in life once we get a bit more rooted into our new digs.

Our former suburban home and garden 2008-2016
Our former entry garden. Sadly the awesome Opuntia is no longer there… 
…nor is Mz. Audrey (I refused to remove her as the realtor implied, but I’m pretty sure the new homeowners eventually did). She would’ve been eight years old.
Our tiny Capitol Hill East garden in DC… all I planted there were the two African Blue Basil plants along the sidewalk and a small herb bed in back. The bees and butterflies loved them. We didn’t really love residing in 700 SF, but relocating to our nation’s capitol was an overall enjoyable, if not eye-opening, experience in living for a year (2016-2017).
Grayson and Dude share a tiny spec of potted earth on our back urban patio. Learning to walk with leashes was so much fun and most entertaining for passersby.
Lots of space to set roots in our homestead in the country. Welcome to #fieldtripfarm



pursuing the path

I’ve been thinking and dreaming about paths a lot lately…

a new path leads through the garden

So I pulled up a few quotes on the subject, and like how the following flow together:

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.
-Henry David Thoreau

March on, and fear not the thorns or sharp stones in life’s path.
-Khalil Gibran

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
-Anatole France

We ourselves must walk the path.

I’m not sure where the path I’ve chosen to take is ultimately leading me, but I’m grateful for all the places, people and experiences it has brought me. Here’s looking ahead to the Garden Bloggers Fling just around the corner in San Francisco later this week.

who’s got the best bluebonnets in town?

the brazos county master gardeners, of course! i just went out to check on the DIG (our demonstration idea garden) and this is who greeted me there:


just in time for our upcoming plant sale… not this weekend, but NEXT WEEKEND, saturday, march 24th. be there or be square. maybe more of the aggie bonnets will be in bloom by then. what’s an aggie bonnet you say…? don’t you know everything in this town is maroon…?


holiday greens

i’ve fallen off the blog bandwagon for a while… so, in an attempt to hop back on the sleigh, i’m proposing a daily, single photo post, of holiday greens that catch my eye on that particular day. why holiday greens? i love this time of year, especially for home & garden decorating. i hope to find some unique twists to what is traditionally considered for holiday green decor – be it actual materials, color combos, flavor inspirations, or whatever strikes my fancy that day. feel free to comment and let me know if we’re on the same wavelength.

first up, swiss chard:


red and green, and pink and white. on one hand, this photo makes me think of peppermints. on the other, reminds me of the subtle-tasting vitamin addition my sister added to her recent holiday energy smoothie. drink it up friends. december is here.

to the man with a heart of gold

the risd landscape architecture family lost a wonderful soul this week.

doug crowell, we already miss you. may the light and laughter you brought to all of our lives continue to resonate from the hearts of those you touched.

the man with a heart of gold

i took this picture of doug playing guitar in the wire tree studded window of our graduate show gallery in mid june of 2005. it was a beautiful moment, seeing him playing there… we were full of hope and celebration of getting through three years of studio all nighters, cut fingers from model and wire tree making, tough critiques that made us wonder what the hell we were doing and personal breakthroughs that pushed us confidently forward. without a sheet of music in front of him, nor a care in the world of what passersby thought of him playing solo in the window, he was sure in that moment. he was free.