The fractured moonlight bludgeoned its way through the clouds and splintered through the trees.  Jagged shadows stirred and spread across the ground, pulsating in the cracked light.  The night was alive!  A veritable playground for the wicked and cursed.  A prelude to…

  The landscape’s golden aura is beginning to deepen and diversify into blazing oranges, fiery scarlets and smoky purples.  Autumn is not solely a feast for our eyes but engages all the senses.  From the distinct smell of newly fallen leaves moistened by…

I am thoroughly enjoying Fall and all its precious gifts.  The weather has been nothing short of magical, and the trees do not disappoint.  Every day, a new color reveals itself, and with each blustery gust, our lawns are dappled and decorated. …

October caramelizes the landscape with deeply saturated tones and sweet, mellow flair.  The static display of Summer foliage turns dynamic, each species unique in color, aflame against the sky. According to the US Forest Service, Illinois is in the throes of…

  Come scarlet, come gold, come orange, come umber Ablaze are the trees before winter’s slumber Come brusque, wholesome winds clear, crisp and refreshing Donned is the earth in Fall’s luminous dressing Come leaves underfoot, crunch, rustle and crackle Busy are the squirrels,…

The wind blows with purpose now, rattling Summer’s unhinged gate.  Her desperation is palpable as she shuffles towards the seasonal door, gathering her belongings in haste.  Backwards glances are desolate.  Memories have withered and browned.  Summer’s only just realized that her…

September belongs to both seasons, straddling the line between Summer and Fall.  The tug-o-war that will soon commence often leaves September as Summer’s anchor, further proving my theory that she is ultimately a trader.  September should mark the beginning of Fall, as the autumnal equinox…

  The cool weather and bolstered winds hint at change.  Summer’s vitality is beginning to wane, wilt and dull, soon to be replaced by vibrant, saturated hues, brisk air, and an accelerated pace in which nature wastes no time, and…

Slumped and listless, the flag seemed to be spilling down the pole, like a lit candle in a wine bottle.  Every so often, it would arch its back laboriously as a whiff of wind sputtered by.  The heft of humidity was great,…