As the Autumnal winds whipped through the canopies, leaves became untethered and rained upon the ground.  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 temperatures beginning to plummet, frost poses a threat to…

Her verdant leaves began to yellow and shed upon her slumped and weary figure.  The unrelenting heat, and persistent drought of late Summer was more than she could bear.  These are the dog days. But August too will soon concede, and with it, any remnants of Summer. Autumn is upon…

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  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…

  Glittering, golden dusk flooded the landscape as the trees blushed in the gilded light, and the grasses swayed and rushed as the sun swiftly receded, surrendering wholly to twilight. August too will soon concede, and with it, any remnants of Summer. Autumn is upon us and changes are afoot….

  Restrained by Spring’s lunacy, the landscape could not seem to free itself from the cruel and unseasonable shackles of April’s imprisonment. Soon, the restraints will release, and Spring will once again be liberated.   And as the temperatures warm and the landscape awakens, there is yet another potential hindrance lurking that would like…

    Hastening through the prairie, rustling and rattling the tall grasses like a predator stalking her pray, Autumn slinks forward, lying in wait.  She will soon pounce and make herself known.   The official start of Autumn is merely a stone’s throw away, and it is a busy time in our…

  Glittering, golden dusk flooded the landscape as the trees blushed in the gilded light, and the grasses swayed and rushed as the sun swiftly receded, surrendering wholly to twilight.   August too conceded, and with it, any remnants of Summer.  Autumn is upon us and changes are afoot.  Cooler temperatures, diminishing…

  Like frayed and sun-bleached linens, Summer hung precariously and neglected on the line.  The winds were no longer taciturn but purposeful, and they began to unravel and sully her narrative.   Change is tangible as we distance ourselves from Summer’s fermented sweetness into the comforting embrace of Autumn.   Fall is a season of…

  Summer, like an aging starlet, once young and fetching, wears her heart upon her sleeve.  Fading looks and waning attention give her a melancholy air, and the future seems destined to carry on without her.  Soon, Summer will be nothing more than a hazy memory, no longer in the spot light.  September,…

The chutter, honk, and spur of the returning geese reverberated in the skies as their tight, regimented formations loosened.  Their mood seemed more casual and celebratory as they made their way north where life would be unmeasurably easier and kinder.  After all, it’s officially Spring.  Welcome home.   Clearly, March is throwing some late punches…

I have a favorite tree.  His name is Bruce.  He’s an Oak.  There’s nothing particularly special or different about Bruce, except he’s mine.  He’s mine in the sense that he resides in my yard.  He’s rather mature.  Mature in reference to his size, not his personal philosophies, which I’m sure are…