The Daffodils seemed to stall in the regrettably frosty air.  Burgeoning buds appeared deflated, and the stunning lack of green and warmth grew increasingly depressing.  The promise of Spring felt distant as April earned a well-deserved time out.   Every…

  “Pull back the frosty veil of Winter to reveal the virginal face of Spring.”  -Kim Sweeney   It’s official!  Spring is here!  Gardeners rejoice as the warming sun and longer days have catapulted the landscape into the season of…

  The wind had whipped the clouds into a dense froth, and the sun flickered wildly through the fissures.  Soon the sun had dimmed, like a dying light bulb, before being swallowed up whole by the menacing sky.  A Spring tempest had…

Like the receding tides, the snow melted to reveal a bruised and battered landscape.  The frozen ground couldn’t possibly absorb the melting snow and unseasonable rain, making for quite a soggy mess.  February is a fickle lass indeed, but she…

Limbs and branches, like carnage, were strewn over the lawn as the great Spring storms laid waste to the young landscape.  Beheaded Daffodils and decimated Tulips were part of the collateral damage as the rain soaked earth begged for mercy. …

  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 air was silken and sweet as the velvety curtain of dusk fell, and the few, frothy clouds seemed to dissipate in wake of the sterling, shimmering stars.  It was neither chilly nor warm.  It simply was, and it was beautiful.  …