The Daffodils bobbed and swayed in the wind as their tilted heads seemed to seek refuge in the foliage, protecting their delicate splendor.  Daffodils tend to remind me of wallflowers at a dance – constantly gazing down at their feet,…

I had forgotten the utter joys of “springing ahead”. The pilfering of sleep is never, ever acceptable; however, what struck me most this go around was the sheer number of clocks that had to be reset.  You never think about these things…

The satiny gray sheet of Winter, once unfurled and perfectly draped, has begun to wrinkle and bunch as Spring tugs at its corners, releasing its drab cover.  Soon it will be folded and shelved until next year.  Spring is most…

  As Friday’s winds rattled the landscape and ravished our senses, it dawned on me that nature is truly a multi-tasker.  Like a wild-fire that clears away dead, diseased and suffocating underbrush, the wind assisted in pruning out the weak, dead and…

Winter holds its own beauty – in structure and contrast.  Bare leafed trees and shrubs reveal their naked, statuesque forms, juxtaposed against the soft, white snow.  Winter is not merely a gray season and should never be written off as such.  Sometimes beauty…

February refused to be type cast.  Her stony, cold bosom softened as her reticence waned.  In a month known for some of our largest snow falls and blizzards, February brought mild-temperatures and rain, a beacon in an otherwise bleak and inhospitable…

The moonlight was brilliant, creating perfect silhouettes of everything that stood between the sky and the earth below.  The delicate shadows of bare branches and limbs cast a lacy network upon the ground as pools of moonlight splashed in the negative spaces between.  The remaining patches of…