Confessions of a Lousy Native Plant Gardener
Having waited until deadline day, I’ve written about the subject that I know best, although still only a little and much of it wrong- myself. The first native plant thrill that I can remember was on Hog Mountain in South Central Virginia. My Aunt Dixie was an enthusiastic wildflower lover, and her “Holy Grail” was […] Continue reading "Confessions of a Lousy Native Plant Gardener"