Subscribe to The Renaissance Garden Guy My Garden Is Fork-ready! “My Garden Is Fork-ready!” Damn straight. It’s “Arrivederci” to summer and a flower garden’s halcyon days. Relax. It might be “So long,” but it definitely ain’t “Goodbye.” By John G. Stamos I’m writing all this down at the tail end of August, which is a […]
A Book by Its Cover This story happened in the 1980s, a time when visiting Thailand was more of an adventure than it is today. Back then there were fewer airport connections, rougher roads, and very few luxury accommodations. I’ve wanted to share this story for decades. I thought about pitching it as a Moth
Men Really Were Men When It Was a Game What makes a man truly a man? The answer’s on the diamond. Men really were men when it was a game. By John G. Stamos Men Really Were Men When It Was a Game John G. Stamos Thinking about the character of the quintessential American male
River And from that moment on, and until the time that he left home to begin his own life away from his father, his summers would routinely include many visits to the river with his father and the hated fishing rod. By Ann Simpson River Ann Simpson The fish just weren’t biting right now. He
Gardening As a Salve in 1973 It was a difficult year in New Jersey, but the tomatoes and Brother Doug helped. By Russ Smith Fifty-two years ago I became an apprentice gardener, although perhaps lackey is more accurate. It was an odd job in a year of odd events. Quick backstory: In June, 1972, after
Three Poems Three short works about nature and people. You’ll be done with them in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. By John G. Stamos Bee Lines John G. Stamos A bee touches down, Then investigates and inspects The secret inner workings Of a flower. Is knowledge, of any kind, Imparted? Has either party become
Low Murmurs My newest original poem, “Low Murmurs,” published for the first time, here in The Renaissance Garden Guy. It’s a shorty. By John G. Stamos Low Murmurs John G. Stamos They whisper, sharing secrets dear, Or simply nod, or bow, And, as one, plied with earthen cheer, Honor a solemn vow To embrace warmth,
End X Xenophobia Now! Millions of X users worldwide are cruising this social media giant’s algorithmic highways and byways while in the grip of an abject fear of what they don’t understand. And there’s an excellent chance that they don’t even realize it. Keep it right here for an eye-opening look at the problem, and
Buffet “Buffet” is my original short story. It was originally part of a twelve-story manuscript intended for publication elsewhere. Screw it. Read it here first. By John G. Stamos Buffet John G. Stamos Jesus. How much can she put away? The woman sat with her back to Anderson, three booths away. She was average in
What Happens in the Hayfield Stays in the Hayfield From a distance, a hayfield appears to be a rather placid place, until one takes a closer look into what’s really going on out there. What happens in the hayfield stays in the hayfield… until now. By Ann Simpson Hayfields are everywhere in the Cariboo, and
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