Weighted down with the heavily perfumed blooms of early Summer, the Linden’s boughs, like a Southern Belle’s hoop skirt, seemed in full curtsy.  She was decadent and lavish, but it wasn’t long before she began to slump and shed her…

Silvery frosted roofs and white laced grass greeted the December dawn.  Although we haven’t experienced any measurable snow yet, we are a mere week away from the first official day of Winter.  And with that will surely mean snow is…

  Sweet, sultry October invites each and every tree to the grand Autumn ball where Summer’s verdant robes are shed for the opulent, jewel tones of the season.  Although we tend to think only of deciduous trees, evergreens too undergo…

  Blushed and tinged by the blustery, cool winds and subdued sun of September, the landscape was transforming. Nature was starting to slow and savor, wholly at ease. Technically, next Thursday marks the official first day of Fall, and signs…

May sidled in, almost undetectable, on the tail end of an April storm. Thus far, she seemed a bit capricious, but hopes are high that she will bridge the gap to Summer with graciousness and generosity. May means planting –…

The silhouette of flocking geese, like great black ribbons meandering the sky, gleefully trumpeted their return home.  Another sure sign of the changing season. If there’s something we’ve all learned over the past two years, change is inevitable and often…

Brittle was the air, thin and slicing.  The landscape creaked and moaned in its fragility – comforted only by the insulating embrace of snow.  February did more than whisper her intentions.  She hissed them. It will be some time before…

  Winter settled in comfortably, as it’s apt to do, lounging upon the couch of life, shoes on, leaving an empty pantry in its wake, and hogging the remote.  Winter is here to stay, and will undoubtedly leave its mark….

Change is coming. A great shift from the rote and routine, schedules and deadlines. The walls of our compartmentalized lives are slowly being razed, and the tethers loosened. Soon our lives will follow the arrhythmic beat of Summer’s drum. Memorial…