The Cottonwood’s downy seeds fell like snow.  Drifting and swirling upon the air, some suspended momentarily as they sought the perfect landing place.  Soon, they began to snag and accumulate.  It was magical, slightly alarming, and a complete contrast to…

  With Mother’s Day just behind us, our “safe” planting date has finally arrived!  This generally marks the beginning of warming temperatures, which in turn means my outside exposure gradually begins to decrease as temperatures and humidity rise.  When I…

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 immature acorns tumbled freely. The landscape seemed almost celebratory in the wake of much needed…

  With Mother’s Day fast approaching, our “safe” planting date has finally arrived!  This generally marks the beginning of warming temperatures, which in turn means my outside exposure gradually begins to decrease as temperatures and humidity rise.  When I do…

The feathery seed heads captured the gilded light of the setting sun, like wicks of a candle, smoldering above the arching, green grass. Ornamental Grasses are truly versatile. They can add height, texture, color and year round interest. They can…

The Cottonwood’s downy seeds fell like snow.  Drifting and swirling upon the air, some suspended momentarily as they sought the perfect landing place.  Soon, they began to snag and accumulate.  It was magical, slightly alarming, and a complete contrast to…

She speaks in whispers and lullabies, and dances in the wind.  She tempers the hardened, and fortifies the precarious.  She is beauty, power, humility and grace across the seasons.  She is Ornamental Grass. Ornamental Grasses are truly versatile. They can…

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…

  As temperatures continue to rise, my outside exposure gradually begins to decrease. I am not a fan of heat, especially humidity. My routine becomes a mad dash to the house, to the car, to the office, to the car,…

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 another building storm. Nature is dynamic and adept…