About Jules Ivan Garay

Articles by Jules Ivan Garay

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  
Snow Day Memories

Snow Day Memories

There’s something undeniably enchanting about watching the snow blanket the world in quiet beauty—unless, of course, you're scraping it off your car and inching your way to work on slippery  
Seeds of Renewal

Seeds of Renewal

I took the dusty glass jar from the basement shelf, the bean seeds inside rattling like a forgotten memory. My heart dipped as I realized that I hadn’t planted the  
The Dog from Ohio

The Dog from Ohio

If laughter could kill, my mother and I wouldn’t have survived to share this story! One sunny day, we found ourselves doubled over on the living room sofa, unable to  
The Carrot Waltz

The Carrot Waltz

It has always been a mystery to me: how do farmers manage to grow carrots that are perfectly straight, single-rooted, and almost uniform in shape and size, when carrots, given  
The Fennel Fiasco

The Fennel Fiasco

It was 1996 when I committed an unforgivable act. The year before, we had purchased 35 acres of mostly wooded, steeply sloped land bordered by a river on two sides.  
Goobzy Heist

Goobzy Heist

I gave it my all—because let me tell you, growing Cape gooseberries (physalis) in Scotland is no small feat. You don’t just toss seeds in the dirt and whistle while  
October’s Fabulous Leafy Soirée

October’s Fabulous Leafy Soirée

Mrs. Hannan, our beloved fourth-grade teacher, must’ve realized we were exhausted from reciting "O Captain, My Captain" and trying to remember every detail of Paul Revere’s midnight dash. One crisp