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 lay waste to March’s warm arrival and took on a most pathetic look. Yet life was beginning to sprout, and with it, winter damages made themselves apparent. As the landscape below the mounds of snow began to…

  March is the month that delivers us and our weary landscapes to Spring’s front door.  Time will tell if the welcome mat has been unfurled, but the calendar promises its prompt arrival on the 20th.   Spring seems awfully distant…