Brittle like parchment, the arctic air sliced through the landscape with little resistance as it slashed and gnawed at flesh like a hungry, rabid beast.  It was fit for no creature, great nor small.  Experts call it a polar vortex.  We call it Winter….

  A sole, brittle leaf tumbled down the street, scraping the pavement with each turn as it etched its way along with each, small utterance of wind.  The landscape was listless and life seemingly comatose as the despotic heat and humidity…

I once had an utter fascination with edible flowers, more specifically sugared or candied flowers.  I even wrote a short story, entitled “Sugar Flower” when I was in college.  The concept was romantic, whimsical, and old-fashioned at the time; however, now,  edible flora has become…

I like the idea of “native” plants and landscapes and absolutely love wildflowers; however, native doesn’t always mean easier, insect free or even desirable.   In fact, there are some widely held misconceptions that I’d like to dispel and some rules…