With May’s prudence and benevolence, we are finally able to exhale as the warming temperatures mean we can soon begin to plant.  May, after all, means Mother’s Day, and Mother’s Day means flowers, so what better way to honor Mom…

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 of…

Sloughing off the final olive-drab layers, downy-white flowers unfurled upon the Bradford Pear as the Redbud’s ethereal blooms cast a cheery glow unto the scene. Swelling buds and spring ephemerals dotted the landscape as the grass grew green and lush. …

Softening silhouettes and nascent pastels have replaced the once austere and barren landscape.  Nodding daffodils bob in the breeze as new life emerges in the warming sun. Spring is undoubtedly a lovely time of year but can also be incredibly…

The weather teetered between lovely and tumultuous as if someone, unknowingly, kept leaning against the light switch. In a moment, a lovely Spring day became a stormy Winter day, and back and forth it went. Nature’s apparent confusion would not…

The air wafted, sweet and warm, through the budding branches, over the greening grass, in and about the burgeoning Daffodils and delicate Crocus.  The earth was softening, and the landscape was preparing to burst with color and life.  Nature was…

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Spring ephemerals pushed through the remnants of snow, undaunted and assured, much like the human spirit, despite the tenuous and ambiguous environment. As we continue to face the uncertainty and fall out of…

Islands of snow floated atop the landscape as grass and plants began to reveal themselves, as if waking and stretching from a long, deep slumber.  March has thus far been a lamb, and although not out of the woods, Spring…

Like a receding glacier, Winter began to wither and melt, 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…

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 warmth. Garden paths can be purely aesthetic, functional or both. They can be…