Sloughing off the final olive-drab layers, downy-white flowers unfurled upon the Bradford Pear as the Redbud’s ethereal blooms cast a cheery glow unto the scene. Swelling buds and spring ephemerals dotted the landscape as the grass grew green and lush. …

Change is in the air. Cool, crisp change. The first day of Fall is Thursday, September 22nd, and I for one welcome it with open arms. Now, is a busy time in our yards and gardens as we take advantage…

Sloughing off the final olive-drab layers, downy-white flowers unfurled upon the Bradford Pear as the Redbud’s ethereal blooms cast a cheery glow unto the scene. Swelling buds and spring ephemerals dotted the landscape as the grass grew green and lush. …

Change is in the air. Cool, crisp change. The first day of Fall is Wednesday, September 22nd, and I for one welcome it with open arms. Now, is a busy time in our yards and gardens as we take advantage…

Sloughing off the final olive-drab layers, downy-white flowers unfurled upon the Bradford Pear as the Redbud’s ethereal blooms cast a cheery glow unto the scene. Swelling buds and spring ephemerals dotted the landscape as the grass grew green and lush. …

Sloughing off the final olive-drab layers, a sapphire carpet of Spring ephemerals unfurled as the Redbud’s ethereal blooms cast a cheery glow unto the scene. Swelling buds and nodding Daffodils dotted the landscape as the grass grew green and lush. …

Change is in the air. Cool, crisp change. The first day of Fall is Monday, 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…

Sloughing off the final olive-drab layers of a season past, a sapphire carpet of Spring ephemerals arose as the Redbud’s ethereal blooms cast a cheery glow unto the scene.  Swelling buds and nodding Daffodils dotted the landscape as the grass…

  Brittle like parchment, the arctic air sliced through the landscape with little resistance as it slashed and gnawed at flesh like a hungry, rabid beast.  It was fit for no creature, great nor small.  Experts call it a polar vortex.  We call it Winter….

The shadow of Winter loomed large in the brooding skies and biting air.  Foliage lay fleeced in the icy dew of the killing frosts.  Birds and squirrels hasten their preparations as nature shifts to self-preservation mode for the long, cold season ahead. We…