Gary Bogue: "Wild Gardening" means using no pesticides

Spring is sprung. The grass is riz.

I wonder where the birdies is?

The little bird is on the wing -- ain't that absurd?

The little wing is on the bird!

-- Nursery Rhyme

Sweet smell of spring

Spring is sprung, as they say, and I carted home 12 bags of steer poop last weekend to celebrate. (I assume those of you who aren't laughing are gardeners.)

I left the bags of manure next to one of the garden boxes so Lois could shovel and mix the stuff into the soil to get it ready for our spring planting.

On my way into the kitchen to get a drink of water, Jasmine, our orange kitten, stopped me at the door and spent five minutes stalking around …