Swelling Redbuds, drifts of Squill, and nodding Daffodils began to pepper the bleak canvas of early Spring with bursts of life and color.  Hope was lifted. Along with Spring Clean Ups and Lawn Renovations, we must turn our attention…

  March’s reign seemed wholly indecisive and fickle.  Her tumultuous rule left the landscape feeling confused and disoriented.  Had she lost her way?  Had she veered off the path to Spring? Garden paths can be purely aesthetic, functional or both….

The air wafted, sweet and warm, through the budding branches, over the greening grass, in and about the burgeoning ephemerals.  The earth was softening, and the landscape was preparing to burst with color and life.  Nature was beckoning us outdoors…

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Spring ephemerals pushed through the remnants of snow, undaunted and assured, much like the human spirit, despite the tenuous and ambiguous environment, both literally and metaphorically. As we continue to face our “new”…

Like a receding glacier, Winter began to wither and melt, leaving behind a scarred and battered landscape.  Its tenuous grasp was loosening, and its legacy becoming more apparent, but March would surely deliver us unto Spring. Spring officially arrives March…

The landscape lay waste to February’s warm arrival and took on a most pathetic look.  The once beautiful, pure white blanket of snow had been reduced to the dirty, grungy spoils of a Winter warming, but that wasn’t all that remained in the receding snow. As the…

Shadows grew long on January, and she disappeared into the gray.  February arrived with sun upon her shoulders and spring upon her lips.  Although the groundhog predicts another six weeks’ of Winter, there is a glimmer of hope, an inclination…

  Winter settled in comfortably, as it’s apt to do, lounging upon the couch of life, shoes on, leaving an empty pantry in its wake, and hogging the remote.  Winter is here to stay, and will undoubtedly leave its mark….

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.  A wondrous and eerie site.  Winter was beginning to flex her muscle. Winter can be…

The fog sidled in slowly, lying in wait in the hollows and dales before leaching out and swallowing the land whole. Darkness wore a misty shroud which light could not penetrate, refracted from the formidable force. Winter, too, can be…