By George Sibley It’s the culmination of summer over here in the Upper Gunnison, plantwise anyway. My partner Maryo is a serious gardener, and she’s gradually weaving me into that web of life. I reached my current relatively ripe old age without learning much about growing things – something I increasingly see as a flaw in my cultural education. But I am still useful to a gardener. For more than a decade now, we have been expanding the garden space around the house in an effort to eliminate lawn – maintaining a lawn under the desert sun is a Sisyphean ...
