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Articles by Ingrid Wilcox
Ode To The End Of Autumn
It’s that time of year again. The school buses are back on the roads, the trees are a few hard frosts and a couple of strong gusts of wind away from revealing their bare branches, and there’s a bittersweetness to each warm, sunny day. Fresh snow covers the mountaintops, and time seems to be flying by. Blink and you might miss the end of fall. Here are a couple of ideas for how to savour it a little bit more, so that hopefully the arrival of winter won’t feel quite as startling. 1.
Pause and Give Thanks to Those Wonderful Summer Pollinators
The summer is here, and soon across the territory, fireweed and lupin will paint the landscape with a palette of violet and blue. One of the best parts of living in the Yukon is the explosion of colour we get to enjoy… while receiving a year’s supply of bug bites. That’s right, it’s the annoying buzzing and biting that lets us enjoy the summer flowers, year after year, and the harvests of our gardens. Pollination is a key part of life on Earth, enabling plants to turn flowers into fruit.
Ingrid Wilcox
Rick Massie The Greenhouse Columnist Ingrid Wilcox is the former owner of Lubbock Valley Flowers. She followed her semi-retirement with gardening consulting services.
Poinsettias
Caring for That Christmas Poinsettia The poinsettia, or Christmas Star as it is known throughout Europe, is one of the very few plants that bloom during winter and the holiday season. The poinsettia has a rich and unique history that dates back to the Aztecs. The plant is native to... Read more Dec. 23, 2010 midnight Ingrid Wilcox Yukon Archives The Sacred Flower of Christmas The revered holiday poinsettia is among the most-beautiful and significant flowering plants of the holiday season.
Let the apple harvest begin
A couple of weeks ago, I was stayed in my tracks as I was strolling by one of our apple shelters. They’re coming, my nose told me as the fragrance of ripe fruit wafted out of the open door. I poked my head in. As luck would have it, beneath the laden branches lay a dropped apple that hadn’t yet been gnawed on by rodent or dog. A rose blush had been creeping over the sunny side of the Nordas for weeks, but the background of bright green was only just beginning to pale to yellow.
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