My Besuited Home

Your soil is cracked. Your water bill is terrifying. And your tomatoes look like sad little raisins by mid-July. If you garden in the desert, you already know that the rules everyone else follows don’t apply to you. What works in a Pacific Northwest raised bed will absolutely destroy your Tucson garden — and nothing … Read more

By late July, my garden used to look like it had given up. The spring tulips were long gone, the peonies were a memory, and everything left standing was either sun-bleached or just plain boring. I’d stand at the kitchen window with my coffee, staring out at a sea of faded greens and washed-out pinks, … Read more

My dog Biscuit once ate an entire pot of peace lilies I’d put on the patio. She was fine — but I was not, after three hours of panic-Googling and a vet call that cost me $120 just to hear “watch and wait.” That was the summer I got serious about turning my backyard into … Read more

Your patio is maybe eight feet wide. A landlord who frowns on “modifications.” Zero ground soil. And still — still — you want homegrown tomatoes. I respect that completely. Because I’ve been that person, crammed onto a third-floor balcony in a city apartment, arguing with a single grow bag like it owed me money. Here’s … Read more

By mid-July, most home gardens look like they’ve given up. The lettuce bolted in May, the petunias are crispy, and that cheerful spring bed you photographed for Instagram is now a graveyard of brown stalks and broken dreams. I’ve been there — more times than I care to admit. One particularly brutal August, I stood … Read more

My first Arizona summer nearly broke me as a gardener. I planted a bed full of lush lettuce, spinach, and broccoli — the same stuff that had thrived back in Ohio — and watched it all bolt, burn, and curl into sad little brown confetti within two weeks. The soil cracked like a dried riverbed. … Read more

Every winter, I watch my neighbors do things in the garden that make me wince. Piling snow against the base of their fruit trees. Blowing salt-laden slush straight onto their perennial beds. Covering roses with nothing but a prayer. I get it — winter gardening advice is all over the place, and half of it … Read more

My neighbor once walked past my front yard, stopped dead in her tracks, and asked if I’d “given up.” I told her I’d evolved. That’s chaos gardening in a nutshell — a wild, intentional mess that looks like nature did the landscaping while you were on vacation. Except it’s not an accident. Every “accidental” patch … Read more