Late April’s landscape was celebratory with sweet, blooming treats, from the tufts of cotton candy blooms of the Magnolia & Pear, to the spun sugar strands of the Red Bud & Prairie Smoke to the swaths of candy dots of…

For a moment, a small Spring puddle held the heavens in a hole in the asphalt.  The sweeping blue sky rippled in its hand.  The banal and ordinary became extraordinary.  Nature was again beckoning us outdoors into her captivating and…

Late March’s landscape was celebratory with sweet, blooming treats, from the tufts of cotton candy blooms and spun sugar strands of the Pear and Red Bud to the swaths of candy dots of the blue Vinca and Squill.  Easter is…

The sweeping sky reflected in a small Spring puddle collected in a hole in the asphalt.  For a moment, it held the heavens, and the ordinary became extraordinary.  Enchanting nature was again beckoning us outdoors into her captivating and therapeutic…

  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…

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…

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…