We’ve slogged through June in hip waders amidst the persistent leaden, gray malaise.  The air largely unstable and ostensibly resentful, like a teenage girl scorned.  The few sunny days provided fleeting relief, but we were wary and suspicious, and we were…

Dense and saturated, the air made laborious every breath, every movement in its crushing heft.  Thick with ill intent, the humidity seemed to conspire with gravity, dragging us down into the quick sand of early Summer.  Wilted and withered, nightfall…

  The air was gauzy and slight until the fog slithered in on its belly, leaching into every crevice, swallowing the landscape whole.  The constant rain and gray skies had begun to loom large over our yards and gardens, like a soggy,…

  The landscape became gilded in the warm, setting sun before donning the cool, amethyst robe of twilight.  Stars flickered in the silken, night sky as moths fluttered in the spaces in between.  Here and there, lumbering beetles shuffled towards the…

The humidity enveloped the landscape, constricting ever tighter, until flora and fauna wilted.   Breathless, lifeless, and defeated, Summer had officially arrived in all its oppressive glory.   Heat stress is a real thing and can adversely affect our plants.  When temperatures start…

She stood slender and tall, majestic and noble, clad in her sapphire gown of petals and glittering diamonds of dew.  She was, at once, royal and proud, yet demure and gracious.  Posturing amidst the wind and rain.  A beacon of loveliness and tenacity.  A…

  From the metallic trill of the Cardinal to the rapid, cherry whistle of the Robin; to the hum and drone of the bee, to the rhythmic patter of rain; nature perfects her overture, each day adding a new sound, another layer until her…

  And just like that, the landscape exploded into life and color.  The pace seemed to hasten with the onset of warming temperatures and rain, and it wasn’t long before we felt out of step and overwhelmed.   Fear not,…

Nature had finally shed its woolen gray overcoat.  Redbuds were blushing in the cast of a fuchsia glow while Magnolias burst forth tufts of cotton candy blooms.  Spring bulbs imparted pops of color in a landscape that had languished too long in the…

This is Bruce.  He is a tree – a mighty Oak, nonetheless.  He is magnificent and statuesque.  He is wise and witty.  I’m sure there are times Bruce is simply not in the mood to listen to me prattle on. …