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I’ve been a gardener for a while now-my grandmother sat me down in her garden before I could walk. She was instrumental in raising me and she had a house full of plants; every window had plants in it, and nearly every horizontal surface had plants on it. She also had a yard full of perennials and fruit trees, and a large vegetable garden. As a boy she taught me how to take cuttings from houseplants, prune fruit trees, and plant flowers and vegetables. As I think about it, I think it’s safe to say that my earliest memories, as far back as I can reach into my mind, always have something to do with plants and gardening.
As I grew I went on to manage nurseries, become a head gardener, manage landscaping crews, and own and operate a gardening business. To make a long story as short as possible; there is little connected to gardening that I haven’t had a hand in.
This blog started as a place where local people could come to have their gardening questions answered. Unfortunately nobody asked any questions, so while I waited I began writing about gardening and nature. From there it has evolved into a nature blog because that is what visitors were most interested in.
I hope by visiting that you will see what amazing beauty nature holds and that you will become more interested in exploring your own area. You don’t have to fly or drive anywhere to see the beauty of nature-it’s all right there in your own yard!
New Hampshire Garden Solutions 
Thank you for identifying the blue bead lily flower for me. I was hiking on Mt Greylock yesterday, and was looking for identification on line when I came across your blog posts. Such a wealth of information! EdeS
You’re welcome. I’m glad you found its name. There are 11 years of flower posts here so feel free to browse any time.
I love your comment about the sleeping bee. Here’s a poem I wrote about that. I’m foisting a poem on you – do not feel obligated to read! But thank you for your always wonderful offerings. M.
The Bee Laments Sleeping Through a Dramatic Shift in Circumstance
11/9/16
The rains were coming and after that, the freeze
and so, in the dark, I picked an armful
of English mums, the late blooming flowers
that make me think this season will never
end. But, of course, it does and it is tomorrow.
I put them in a green vase turned
by a friend who’s moved away.
Tall and rangy, the mums,
in full bloom and blossom,
are not the potted and pinched-back kind
that sell as two-fers in the fall; they are ballerinas
stretching while Degas sketches with whatever thoughts.
In the morning, as I make my tea, I hear the buzzing
of a bee; honey or bumble, I don’t know
until I see it on the windowsill. Asleep in a blossom,
I’d brought him in and now he bumps drowsily
around this lunar landscape, barren of all he knows
but for the flower of last night’s repose.
I think to cradle him in my hands, then refrain;
instead I place him in a mason jar
from which he pirouettes out the door
and into the freezing rain.
Thanks very much. I loved this and have read it twice now. I can just see it happening!
I love your blogs, and especially your beautiful pictures. Thank you so much to opening our eyes to such wonderful things all around us!!! I love talking about your posts with a fellow hiker who originally shared them with me, and now I am glad to pass along your blog to anyone who appears interested.
Thank you, very much. Since the real purpose of this blog is to get people outside and interested in nature I’m very happy to hear that you and your friend are already out there! And thank you for passing this blog along to others. My feeling is, once people see the beauty of nature they will come to love it, and if they love it they’re less likely to destroy it. We can only hope!