The dark-eyed Juncos bobbed and darted through the perennial garden as they pecked and nibbled at the soil floor.  They were almost wholly camouflaged, save for their crisp white tail feathers and petite tannish-pink beaks.  Although they are considered a “snow…

  Overcast and ashen, the clouds stiffened and steeled until the sky was wholly displaced by an expanse of gray while a thin ribbon of geese peppered the sky, shifting from one configuration to another.  They honked and trumpeted as they passed…

  Affable February pirouetted in on cloying assurances and saccharine ambitions.  She was poised to ensure March’s arrival would be gentle, like a lamb, but instead, she nurtured the beast, and took her final bow in a puddle.  Hello March.  …

The tender green foliage of nascent Spring is slowly maturing and deepening as plants begin to fill out and reach fearlessly upwards.  Trees, once bare and sparsely leafed, have grown dense and lush.  The wind no longer blows hollow.  We…

I’m sure there are times Bruce is simply not in the mood to listen to me prattle on.  I’m sure there are times Bruce would like to throttle me, and set me straight.  I’m sure there are times Bruce wished…

  The Daffodils bobbed and swayed in the wind as their tilted heads seemed to seek refuge in the foliage, protecting their delicate splendor.  Daffodils tend to remind me of wallflowers at a dance – constantly gazing down at their feet,…

I am thoroughly enjoying Fall and all its precious gifts.  The weather has been nothing short of magical, and the trees do not disappoint.  Every day, a new color reveals itself, and with each blustery gust, our lawns are dappled and decorated. …

The Forsythia are golden and aglow.  The Daffodils stand tall and proud with slightly tilted heads, while the Crabapples and Magnolia explode with blooms that fill the air with their ethereal scent.  Much has happened in a week, and from here on out, the landscape…

  On the frayed edge of Winter, we wait.  Spring is just days away.  We are hopeful.  We are spirited.  Winter seems, now, like a distant dream, and we are forward-looking and thinking, but could it be?  Could the baton…