With nearly 60 years since this 100 acre heaven has been farmed, approaching 20 years since my nationally famous garden writer father’s passing, the solo task, of creating compelling gardens in the rolling stoney landscape of Styx Crossing, seems overwhelming. Over the coming winter months I will share with you my reflections, regarding both my father H. Fred Dale, and myself, through this wild, beautiful, and stubborn property we both have loved. The past, present and future will collide I hope in a marvelously Canadian way. Above all, this will be about the bliss and madness of gardeners and gardening. We are in zone 5, but not zoned out.