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

  Spring’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 vernal path? Garden paths can be purely aesthetic, functional or both. They…

  November extinguished the landscape ablaze, leaving only a few smoldering embers amongst the ashes.  The trees stood unadorned and humbled as their Autumnal attire laid at their feet.  The great sentinels now stood vulnerable and exposed. With Winter nipping…

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

Through the clotted and frothy clouds, a blue fissure had appeared, providing a passageway in which the sun could traverse, and we stretched and reached for her warmth. Garden paths can be purely aesthetic, functional or both. They can be…