We had a doozy of a late winter/early spring out here, alternating between sporadic rain, gusting winds, random days of near 85 degree temperature, and amusingly, hailstones tearing chunks through leafy greens and windshields alike. The windstorms were the worst of the bunch- as they always are, and once again my way-too-big-for-his-own-pot tree collard decided … Continue reading Righting the ship. Playing the part of the ship in this metaphor, is a top heavy tree collard.