Winter had begun to melt and puddle in Spring’s benevolent warmth.  It’s that awkward and messy, yet exciting time in our yards and gardens when life begins to sprout amid the mucky, soggy spoils of a new season.  Possibility abounds! …

  The once lethargic and hushed landscape became frenetic and boisterous with the jubilant sound of chirping and twittering birds who seemed to have a season’s worth of gossip to share. The squirrels too descended in mass from the trees…

  The dense, leaden gray clouds began to separate, like the seams of an old quilt, as patches of blue sky swelled, and the sun glinted upon the ground. It seemed almost symbolic as if Winter’s tenuous grasp was loosening,…

The trees, glazed in ice, quaked in the artic wind, clinking like glass, frozen in Winter’s capable and unrelenting grip.   As Winter continues to flex its muscles, and we again retreat indoors, consider introducing life and color into the…

    The clouds descended onto the ground, swallowing the land, tree tops first, and the snow swirled upon the wind before the horizon became entirely blurred, and the earth wholly incased in white.  A wondrous and eerie site.  Winter was flexing his…

  The landscape was not the chiseled, cold marble of January pasts, but rather a tepid, uninspired medium that seemed drab, soggy and malleable.  It was in a word, depressing.  As we fight off the winter blues, recover from the holiday season, and…