Brittle was the air, thin and slicing.  The landscape creaked and moaned in its fragility – comforted only by the insulating embrace of snow.  February did more than whisper her intentions.  She hissed them. It will be some time before the landscape reveals itself under the giant mounds of snow,…

Like a thousand tiny lanterns flickering here and there amongst the fading light, the Fireflies made a rousing return to the evening landscape. Their debut seemed celebratory as if welcoming the Summer Solstice, which officially arrives on Saturday. Hot on Summer’s heels, we also welcome and celebrate National Pollinator Week,…

June paints the landscape in flowers and foliage while she orchestrates a symphony in bird and bug song.  The long-awaited masterpiece of Summer has finally come to fruition, and as we bask in the artful glow, a few spoilers have made themselves apparent. Garden pests.  Every garden has them.  Good…

The Evergreen boughs arched and flexed as the Oaks stooped and ached, arthritic under the grievous weight of the heavy, wet snow.  Conditions were treacherous.  Nature steeled itself while we were left helpless and seemingly ill prepared.   As we begin digging ourselves out and clearing our walkways and drives, we…

Like the receding tides, the snow melted to reveal a bruised and battered landscape.  The frozen ground couldn’t possibly absorb the melting snow and unseasonable rain, making for quite a soggy mess.  February is a fickle lass indeed, but she has given us our first peek at the landscape below.  …

Like a thousand tiny lanterns flickering here and there amongst the fading light, the Fireflies made a rousing return to the evening landscape.  Their debut seemed celebratory, and we were a captive audience.  As the night sky deepened and darkened, their numbers seemed to multiply, not to be outdone by…

The Forsythia’s arching branches of rich, buttery blooms adorned the early Spring landscape, which, for the most part, still seemed to be outfitted in Winter’s olive drab garb.  Here and there, Crocus sprinkled the lawn with delicate clusters of gold and lavender, while the Daffodils and Tulips seemed resolute in their push upwards and onwards.  Early Spring rains and…

  Ah, June.  The sweetest of the Summer months.  Gentle and blithe.  Light and amiable.  Warm and wholesome.  She is but a peck on the cheek, called to court the child in us to frolic in her fields.   Though it is not yet officially summer, she can no longer be ignored. …

  The morning light dappled and danced across the lawn.  It was soft and benevolent.  The sleepy trees seemed to stretch and extend towards her warmth while the flowers tilted their faces, greeting the day with a kiss from the sun.   It’s mostly true…sometimes true…I read about it once…  The…

July sidled in quietly under the radar, aloft on Monday night’s storms.  We barely noticed its arrival, other than June quickly ran out of days, and we flipped the calendar once again.  We are mere days away from the 4th of July, not only an important and special holiday, but it…