Seasons

  Silken was the frosted air, rushing through the trees, quaking every leaf as the ripened, caramelized sun flickered through the canopy.   A shower of crimson, gold, and tangerine foliage glided through the cloudless, turquoise sky, gathering  underfoot, mirroring the trees above.   Autumn offers a feast for the senses, glazed in saccharine…

  October caramelizes the landscape with deeply saturated tones and sweet, mellow flair.  The static display of Summer foliage turns dynamic, each species unique in color, smoldering in the brisk, cool air.   October is, by far, my favorite month, and she has yet to disappoint.  The bracing, crisp weather…

  As the wind whipped through the canopies, animating every leaf and limb, their shadows cast a violent display on the ground – flickering wildly and unhinged.  The trees thrashed and raged in what seemed to be a battle of unseen, invisible forces.   Now that temperatures are beginning to cool and nighttime…

  The mellow, ripened sun set the landscape ablaze in its shimmering, saffron glow.  Leaves, here and there, had been kissed in tones of umber, vermilion, scarlet and plum.  The verdant greens of Spring and Summer give way to the deep, varied, rich tones of Autumn’s palette.  And the show is…

Without so much as a warning or civic alert, the bombs began to fall.  Sparsely, at first, quickly ramping up to a barrage.  They fell with great velocity, unbiased yet fierce.  The driveway, lawn, roof, streets and cars – none of them  immune to the blitzkrieg.  We had been overrun quickly,…

  Change is in the air.  Cool, crisp change.  The first day of Fall is Sunday, September 23rd, and I for one welcome it with open arms.  Now, is a busy time in our yards and gardens as we take advantage of the perfect growing conditions and prepare for the winter…

  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 unkind, and her battle lines drawn.  Had we done enough? Had…

  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 the long winter months ahead, much like our squirrel friends…

Late Summer’s beauty, like retreating youth, had lost its vibrant façade.  Weary and withered, she took to the proverbial stage for her final curtain call where sweet memories and moments lingered, before forfeiting the limelight altogether. August too conceded, and with it, any remnants of Summer.  Autumn is upon us and changes are…

Ponderous grows the landscape, sluggish is the lawn.  The vibrant, lively hues of Summer ripen and languish.  Glowing sprays of Goldenrod permeate the garden while ornamental grasses brandish their feathery tufts of bronze seed heads.  Gold finches return to assess the maturing Coneflower’s bounty.  Autumn whispers its intentions warmly but fervently as Summer…

  The frothy, white clouds were whipped into stiff peaks by the restless, erratic winds.  Shards of sunlight pierced the spaces in between, flickering wildly upon the ground.  August had arrived, the seasonal lull, but she would bestow a dynamic landscape of opportunity and change in her retreat.  And opportunity is…

  The hum and drone of the cicadas rose and fell in unison, like waves on the ocean.  Their song lulled the landscape to sleep like a midsummer’s night lullaby, exhausted and spent from her good and decent work. Mid Summer, often, has an unkempt, woeful look, but the constant heat and…