Wilted and withered, Summer began to rot on the vine.  Her once dewy, fresh face grew sallow and somber under the impossible weight of hot, humid temperatures and lack of moisture.  Her youth and vigor were fading fast.   As…

The Forsythia’s arching branches of rich, buttery blooms adorned the early Spring landscape, which, for the most part, still seemed to be outfitted in Winter’s olive drab garb.  Here and there, Crocus sprinkled the lawn with delicate clusters of gold and lavender, while the Daffodils and Tulips seemed resolute…

  Whisper sweetly your secrets upon the breeze as you sway to and fro. A generation awaits your seeds in the soil that you sow. Oceans of grasses and native blooms grace these middle lands. Here rises the fertile prairie amongst the Oak and Hickory…

  The landscape’s golden aura is beginning to deepen and diversify into blazing oranges, fiery scarlets and smoky purples.  Autumn is not solely a feast for our eyes but engages all the senses.  From the distinct smell of newly fallen leaves moistened by…

Happy May!  I know.  I’m just as confused as the weather.  Snow two weeks ago and now it’s pushing the mid-eighties.  Ah, the Midwest.  I think it’s safe to say we have three seasons, and in a really good year? …