I’m obsessed with plants and embarrassed to say that I’m a bit of a perennial snob. As soon as the ground thaws (and sometimes before!) dirt is under my nails until first frost. My sweet grandfather Roy and mother Joan were avid gardeners, and I caught the bug early from them. In fact, my first job was hauling flats of plants at a busy garden center near where I grew up. Instead of continuing to keep gardening notes in a spiral binder, I decided to write a blog. Here are my musings. Enjoy and please comment!