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…

The Forsythia are golden and aglow.  The Daffodils stand tall and proud with slightly tilted heads, while the Crabapples and Magnolia explode with blooms that fill the air with their ethereal scent.  Much has happened in a week, and from here on out, the landscape…

Just in time for Halloween Trees don their masquerade Some are cloaked in gold and green A colorful charade. Others expose their naked shapes Twisted, gnarled and bare Skeletal, haunting remains Their silhouettes do scare. The spirit of the holiday…

The late afternoon sun sent shards of light across the landscape where leaves shimmered in its golden cast and black shadows grew long across the lawn.  As the crisp, westerly wind blew, the leaves quaked upon the limbs, some aloft on the…