The last of the Oaks discharged their leathery leaves, and the deciduous canopy was completely absent from the landscape.  Stark and exposed, their skeletal forms seemed vulnerable and fragile in contrast to the lush, green boughs of the Evergreens who…

  Despite the bone gnawing temperatures, the Wrens, Warblers and Chickadees seem at ease, flitting here and there in the garden, darting between trees and chirping all the while.  They are tiny, compact birds whose weight barely bows the grassy stems of the spent Coneflower as…

Perhaps it’s just me, but I haven’t seen a lot of birds around lately. In fact, our neighbors who diligently fill their bird feeders are suffering a stunning lack of birds. It has attracted more squirrels than our winged friends….

  As I peek out the window, I see flurries swirling about the wind, determined not to fall to the ground.  They seem to be in no particular hurry.  They are definitely taking the long road.  This is the part of…

I love winter.  There, I said it.  I know many of you are counting the weeks, perhaps the days until the return of spring, but I am willing to wait.  Granted, this has been a very unusual, temperate winter thus…