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 at our…

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

The snow began to melt and recede, like the ebbing tides, revealing islands of drab green grass borne of the dormant season.  Winter’s comforting blanket was unravelling, exposing it to February’s elements. Snow, for many, is merely a nuisance. Although…

The silvery lace of morning frosts shimmered in the rising sun before the landscape became gilded in the warm, golden embrace of October’s aura. Colorful leaves quaked and swayed against the crisp blue sky before floating towards the ground. These…

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…

The silvery lace of morning frosts shimmered in the rising sun before the landscape became gilded in the warm, golden embrace of October’s aura.  Colorful leaves quaked and swayed against the crisp blue sky before floating towards the ground.  These are…

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

Wilted and withered, Summer began to rot on the vine.  Her once dewy, fresh face grew sallow and somber under the impossible weight of hot, humid temperatures and lack of moisture.  Her youth and vigor were fading fast. As season’s…

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…

The air was polluted with tiny tufts of cotton, which neither fell nor glided to the ground, but instead bounced around on the breeze like atoms pinging off each other before eventually descending and snagging onto any and every surface in the…