Softening silhouettes and nascent pastels have replaced the once austere and barren landscape.  Nodding daffodils bob in the breeze as new life emerges in the warming sun. Spring is undoubtedly a lovely time of year but can also be incredibly…

The water was utterly still, glass-like, and the deepening sky reflected off its surface as the fog rose slowly and tumbled towards the shore. The water made not a sound as the wind fizzled to a whisper, and the lake…

  The weather teetered between lovely and tumultuous as if someone, unknowingly, kept leaning against the light switch.  In a moment, a lovely Spring day became a stormy Winter day, and back and forth it went.  Nature’s apparent confusion would…

  Swelling Redbuds, drifts of Squill, and nodding Daffodils began to pepper the bleak canvas of early Spring with bursts of life and color.  Hope was lifted. Along with Spring Clean Ups and Lawn Renovations, we must turn our attention…

  March’s reign seemed wholly indecisive and fickle.  Her tumultuous rule left the landscape feeling confused and disoriented.  Had she lost her way?  Had she veered off the path to Spring? Garden paths can be purely aesthetic, functional or both….

The air wafted, sweet and warm, through the budding branches, over the greening grass, in and about the burgeoning ephemerals.  The earth was softening, and the landscape was preparing to burst with color and life.  Nature was beckoning us outdoors…

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Spring ephemerals pushed through the remnants of snow, undaunted and assured, much like the human spirit, despite the tenuous and ambiguous environment, both literally and metaphorically. As we continue to face our “new”…

Like a receding glacier, Winter began to wither and melt, leaving behind a scarred and battered landscape.  Its tenuous grasp was loosening, and its legacy becoming more apparent, but March would surely deliver us unto Spring. Spring officially arrives March…

The landscape lay waste to February’s warm arrival and took on a most pathetic look.  The once beautiful, pure white blanket of snow had been reduced to the dirty, grungy spoils of a Winter warming, but that wasn’t all that remained in the receding snow. As the…

Shadows grew long on January, and she disappeared into the gray.  February arrived with sun upon her shoulders and spring upon her lips.  Although the groundhog predicts another six weeks’ of Winter, there is a glimmer of hope, an inclination…