Like a receding glacier, Winter withered and melted, 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 19th,…

  The landscape lay waste to March’s warm arrival and took on a most pathetic look. Yet life was beginning to sprout, and with it, winter damages made themselves apparent. As the landscape below the mounds of snow began to…

It’s almost March – that awkward and messy, yet exciting time in our yards and gardens when life begins to sprout amid the mucky, soggy spoils of seasons in transition. Possibility abounds! Muddy paws proliferate! But hope springs eternal, right?…

Through the clotted and frothy clouds, a blue fissure had appeared, providing a passageway in which the sun could traverse, and we stretched and reached for her benevolence. Garden paths can be purely aesthetic, functional or both. They can be…

    February skirted in on the frosty and frayed tails of January’s overcoat at the very moment she shrugged and shred the bulky garment for milder temperatures.  The groundhog predicts an early Spring, which is certainly subject to change,…

  The clouds gave chase and rushed overhead as the wind swirled and roiled, ratting each leaf and limb.  Petals littered the ground like confetti while catkins rained down like ticker tape. The landscape seemed almost celebratory in the wake…

A cacophony of bird songs filled the trees and permeated the air, serenading each bud and bloom in Spring’s warming embrace. Sleepy tulips sprouted forth, bravely stretching towards the vernal sun. The landscape was stirring, and our souls awakening in…