Christmas is like a freight train, barreling through the month.  Unstoppable.  We await its arrival with joyful anticipation, preparing the stage, counting the days until the distant lights grow brighter, and the whistles and bells reach a deafening tone, and…

It doesn’t feel like Christmas, and it certainly doesn’t look like Christmas.  In fact, the twinkling, festive lights reflecting off the many puddles is somewhat depressing.  Burl and Bing seem to be singing into great voids, and their voices fall flat…

December has bestowed upon us an early Christmas gift – moderate temps, unfettered ground and frost-free soil.  Why, pray tell, is this a gift?  Normally at this time of year, the ground is frozen, blanketed in snow, and cold.  Essentially, December…

  November slipped away sheepishly and ashamed, ending on a temperate, modest note in hopes her last days would be remembered favorably.  December flexed her muscles early, unabashedly, knowing she would soon deliver winter upon us.  Her bark, unfortunately, can be as bad as her…

  Autumn’s brilliant display faded into an oblivion of gray, that awkward time between seasons where Fall is as thin as a politician’s promise and Winter is a threat, waiting at the end of the tunnel with heel’s dug in. …

Monday’s whisper of warmth was summarily silenced by an unseasonal chill that threatened to mute the season’s dulcet, sweet tone and drag us, kicking and screaming, to Winter’s lair.  Snow, they say, is possible, and damp, bone-chilling temps are guaranteed. …

Just in time for Halloween Trees don their masquerade Some are cloaked in gold and green A colorful charade. Others expose their naked shapes Twisted, gnarled and bare Skeletal, haunting remains Their silhouettes do scare. The spirit of the holiday…

The late afternoon sun sent shards of light across the landscape where leaves shimmered in its golden cast and black shadows grew long across the lawn.  As the crisp, westerly wind blew, the leaves quaked upon the limbs, some aloft on the…