April 30, 2017

Spring: Days of Cucumber and Amaryllis

• By Janine Pineo • It's a sign when the amaryllis puts up its first leaf: That festive time of year is just around the corner. Crazy shopping days are ahead, with the car packed full and a … [Read more...]

Pestilence Happens: Planning Ahead from Lessons Learned

Editor's note: First published in August 2009. • By Janine Pineo • I am feeling blighted. Decidedly mildewed. A little wormy. And - not unexpectedly - beset by beetles. Welcome, my … [Read more...]

In Pursuit of the Elusive Forsythia

• By Janine Pineo • Good things come to those who wait. Especially if that wait includes a mild winter. And if that mild winter leads to a long, cool spring, something amazing might … [Read more...]

The Fruits of a Lemonlike Lemon

• By Janine Pineo • Pip, pip, hooray! Perhaps I am premature in my enthusiasm, for I won't know whether I have pips unless I get a surprise visit from Gladys Knight and company before my … [Read more...]

Patience, Thy Name is Gardener: Or, I Had a Case of Bulb Fever

• By Janine Pineo • About the time of the first frost, it hit me. So intent was I on whipping my 30-foot-wide row cover about the vegetable garden in a futile attempt to save something from the … [Read more...]

A Wreath Never Goes Out of Style

Editor's note: First published in the Bangor Daily News in 1994. • By Janine Pineo • 'Tis one week before the night before Christmas, so sugarplums are still a bit premature. Seed catalags … [Read more...]

Let’s Do the Hippeastrum Shake

• By Janine Pineo • It's that time of year when carols rumble through the store aisles - actually, that was Halloween, too, but who's keeping track - and people of all ilks pursue a cherished … [Read more...]

You Say Cuetlayochitl, I Say Poinsettia

• By Janine Pineo • Not long after turkey day comes that day for which we all are waiting, a day that brings together a nation every year. A day to honor the cuetlayochitl. You know, that … [Read more...]

Memories of Trees Past

• By Janine Pineo • At 83, I stopped counting. The lines near the edge were melded and blurred, fused into something indecipherable. The smell of sawdust still hung in the air as I … [Read more...]

The Green that Keeps on Giving

• By Janine Pineo • Sublimely surreal. So I thought as I sat on a bench near the barren vegetable garden under a sky glowing in gold and gray as the sun broke through the fog streaming across … [Read more...]