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Feisty Women Win Raves for Their Rants

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Stewart, Owens, Harris and Licata may be reading (or writing) from the same page, but they bring different experiences and sensibilities to the enterprise. At 38, Stewart is the youngest and the most established, having written several critically acclaimed books. "Flower Confidential" is about the global cut-flower trade. "The Earth Moved" dishes the dirt on earthworms.
She is also a columnist for a newspaper in California, the North Coast Journal, and owns a bookstore with her husband. She tends a city garden but in a place that allows her to raise chickens.
Harris, 58, a longtime Washington area resident, worked most of her life as a court reporter. This is now a part-time occupation as the Garden Rant and related work have shifted the focus of her life. One of her gigs is as a gardening coach.
She lives in a cozy house in Takoma Park with a long wooded back yard that extends to a distant stream and beyond. Old trees are festooned with bird nesting boxes and a bat house, and the rear deck is swaddled in a rambunctious hardy kiwi vine. She has just converted her front yard into a decorative vegetable garden in what we take to be an embrace of the local food movement and a reaction against the idea that the American front yard must be lawn.
Owens, 47, is a former political speechwriter who has a town garden and a place in the country where she is a rabid vegetable gardener.
"The key thing about the blog is the readership," Owens said. "The cliche about the Internet creating communities is absolutely true." Though the women do not dispense practical gardening advice, they say they get a lot of response from professional gardeners.
"It's a side gig, but a way of taking control and making your own career," said Owens, who turned to blogging after being frustrated at not getting magazine editors interested in her story ideas. "I had a lot to say that wasn't being said, certainly in the world of gardening magazines."
Ironically, the blog has gotten her noticed, and she is writing for magazines. If you are not familiar with the blogosphere, it is worth noting that the toil doesn't necessarily bring a living wage. But a blog site is cheap to set up and, with few or no advertisers to offend, you are free to speak your mind. In some cases, it gets you noticed, it leads to paying gigs and you get the satisfaction of establishing a forum for your views and creativity.
For the ranters, there's the added joy of coming to the aid of gardeners who run afoul of the petty, ill-conceived and outdated rules about gardening laid down by local governments and homeowner associations.
Licata rallied to a friend in Buffalo who had been badgered by the city for having a front yard deemed weedy. The woman was growing native shrubs and perennials. After Licata ranted about it, blogmates e-mailed the city's mayor, who paid a visit to the garden himself. The complaints were dropped.
The ranters also have railed against local officials for requiring a Utah woman to water her lawn and have come to the support of a group seeking to revive the use of clotheslines.
The women e-mail each other perhaps 20 times a day but have all met only once, when Licata invited them to Garden Walk Buffalo, an annual event in July when about 260 of the city's gardeners open their properties to thousands of visitors.
The foursome found a lot of lovely and honest gardens, though Licata remembers Owens piping up about some of the aquatic displays. "It's like Michele says, they have ponds the size of my car with fish the size of my dog."


