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Surviving Winter Scientifically
The clouds descended onto the ground, swallowing the land, tree tops first, and the snow swirled upon the wind before the horizon became entirely blurred, and the earth wholly incased in white. A wondrous and eerie site. Winter was flexing his muscle, and we were at his mercy. Winter can…
Surviving First Frosts
As the wind whipped through the canopies, animating every leaf and limb, their shadows cast a violent display on the ground – flickering wildly and unhinged. The trees thrashed and raged in what seemed to be a battle of unseen, invisible forces. Now that temperatures are beginning to cool and nighttime…
Surviving Winter Creatively & Scientifically
The clouds stacked up like mountains, pretending to be more permanent structures in a temporary sky. A very reflection of nature itself. Constantly changing, constantly amazing. And Winter is no different. Winter can be a brutal but beautiful season, chiseled from marble, dramatic yet austere. In addition to its unique aesthetics, Winter…
Surviving Frosts
As the wind whipped through the canopies, animating every leaf and limb, their shadows cast a violent display on the ground – flickering wildly and unhinged. The trees thrashed and raged in what seemed to be a battle of unseen, invisible forces. Now that temperatures are beginning to cool and nighttime…
Surviving Winter Scientifically
Despite the bone gnawing temperatures, the Wrens, Warblers and Chickadees seem at ease, flitting here and there in the garden, darting between trees and chirping all the while. They are tiny, compact birds whose weight barely bows the grassy stems of the spent Coneflower as they snatch tiny seeds from its head. They are a…
Keeping Autumn: Container Garden Ideas
The landscape’s golden aura is beginning to deepen and diversify into blazing oranges, fiery scarlets and smoky purples. Autumn is not solely a feast for our eyes but engages all the senses. From the distinct smell of newly fallen leaves moistened by dew, to their smoky remnants. From the rustle and crunch…
The Weight of Winter
The chirping and chattering of nearby birds seemed almost surreal and somewhat eerie. Their tone was one of elation mixed with urgency, and I searched the skies as the sound seemed to be enveloping me. Nothing. I saw nothing until I noticed a tall Oak a few doors down that…