About Jules Ivan Garay

Articles by Jules Ivan Garay

From Trash to Treasure

From Trash to Treasure

Sustainability has always been close to my heart, and my garden reflects this passion. What started as a small experiment—repurposing plastic waste into pots for growing herbs and medicinal plants—has  
The Unwritten Garden Journal

The Unwritten Garden Journal

Garden journaling is best left to gardeners who are far more methodical than I. I’m sure the meticulous records they keep serve some practical purpose, but I can’t imagine how  
Battery-Powered Bliss

Battery-Powered Bliss

“On Meadowview Street,” a charming children’s book, is about Caroline’s family moving into a neighborhood devoid of meadows. Undeterred, Caroline plants wildflowers that eventually take over the lawn, prompting her  
Lucky Streak: A Winter of Wins and Blooms

Lucky Streak: A Winter of Wins and Blooms

It was a cold January day when I stumbled upon the “Winter Blues Cure” series—free gardening workshops at my local nursery. As soon as I mentioned it to my 8-year-old  
The Magic of Dandelions

The Magic of Dandelions

Long, long ago—thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands of years ago—dandelions were known to be sacred and magical. The first humans on Mother Earth called them the “universe flower” because  
Seeds of Wonder

Seeds of Wonder

When I graduated with a broadcasting degree in 1970, life took an unexpected detour. An all-expenses-paid trip to the Vietnam War wasn’t exactly what I’d envisioned, but by 1972, I  
From City Streets to Farm Feats

From City Streets to Farm Feats

“Mom, did you really get Sister’s permission for us to take a day off school?” Six curious voices filled the chilly pre-dawn air as we piled into the car, clutching  
The Great Green Onion Grove

The Great Green Onion Grove

Like all great artists, the weather has its temperamental moments. Some days, your garden seems bathed in the brilliance of a Summer sun, while others are shrouded in gloomy grey  
The Patience of a Walnut

The Patience of a Walnut

It all began with a small, cracked walnut lying on my kitchen counter—a leftover from Aunt Millie’s baking. As I turned it over in my hand, an idea sparked: Why  
Past, Present, and Future Me

Past, Present, and Future Me

The day greeted me with a crisp, sunny Fall morning—a perfect invitation to tackle a long-awaited gardening project. Brimming with determination (and a touch of self-righteous zeal), I donned my