The wind heaved a long and persistent sigh that rattled the leaves into an eerie whirr.  The limbs slumped and shirked in the suppressive heat and humidity as a few leaves became untethered and drifted towards the ground.  August had been…

  The winds of change are in the air, almost palpable, as our attention begins to shift from Summer and its carefree nature to the more frenetic, frenzied schedule of Fall.  Some may say, we use this time to prepare for…

Wilted and withered, Summer began to rot on the vine.  Her once dewy, fresh face grew sallow and somber under the impossible weight of hot, humid temperatures and lack of moisture.  Her youth and vigor were fading fast.   As…

This is Bruce.  He is a tree – a mighty Oak, nonetheless.  He is magnificent and statuesque.  He is wise and witty.  I’m sure there are times Bruce is simply not in the mood to listen to me prattle on. …

  Whisper sweetly your secrets upon the breeze as you sway to and fro. A generation awaits your seeds in the soil that you sow. Oceans of grasses and native blooms grace these middle lands. Here rises the fertile prairie amongst the Oak and Hickory…

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 cool weather and bolstered winds hint at change.  Summer’s vitality is beginning to wane, wilt and dull, soon to be replaced by vibrant, saturated hues, brisk air, and an accelerated pace in which nature wastes no time, and…