Tag: Colorado Gardens
The Garden of Panayoti Kelaidis
For my final post on the Denver Garden Bloggers Fling, let’s take a look at the garden of Panayoti Kelaidis. Mr. Kelaidis is a substantial presence in the world of horticulture. For starters, he is the senior curator and outreach director at the Denver Botanic Gardens. He’s also an international plant explorer, an author with …
The Garden of Dan Johnson and Tony Miles
Going back once again to the Denver Garden Bloggers Fling last June, let’s talk about the private garden of Dan Johnson and Tony Miles. I loved it. It was relaxed, joyful, and crammed with goodies. Dan Johnson is a serious garden person: Associate Director of Horticulture at the Denver Botanic Gardens. And yet in the …
A Prairie Garden in Downtown Denver
On the last day of the 2019 Fling we visited the Denver Botanic Garden (DBG). Its 23-acres are located in an urban setting, not far from downtown – unlike Chicago’s Botanic Garden, which is located in the far suburbs.
Victoria on the Front Range
On the third day of the Denver Garden Bloggers Fling we visited the home garden of Rob Proctor and David Macke. Rob Proctor used to be the director of horticulture at the Denver Botanic Gardens, so I was looking forward to this visit with keen anticipation.
Holy Moly, Talk About Your Borrowed Views
So another garden we saw at the Denver Fling was that of Mary and Larry Scripter. Actually it was in Niwot, a few miles from Boulder.
A Boulder Garden
So let’s go back to the Denver Garden Bloggers Fling last June. We spent some time in Boulder, where we visited a remarkable garden that at the time belonged to Tatiana Maxwell. It was actually listed for sale, so I imagine that now there is a new owner. There was so much going on in …
From Miner’s Cabin to Xeric Butterfly Garden
The garden of Jean Morgan in Louisville, Colorado, is bursting with personality.
A Rock Garden After My Own Heart
In general, I just don’t get rock gardens. They leave me baffled. Perhaps this is because I come from a region of deep soil but few rocks. (Or maybe it’s just jealousy – sour rocks?)





