The trees, glazed in ice, quaked in the artic wind, clinking like glass, frozen in Winter’s capable and unrelenting grip.   As Winter continues to flex its muscles, and we again retreat indoors, consider introducing life and color into the…

The dark-eyed Juncos bobbed and darted through the perennial garden as they pecked and nibbled at the soil floor.  They were almost wholly camouflaged, save for their crisp white tail feathers and petite tannish-pink beaks.  Although they are considered a “snow…

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…

  The clouds were thick and brooding, save for the slivers of blue sky that cut jagged veins through the gray, giving the sky a marble look.  Soon the clouds descended and snow began to fall, softening the ground, silencing…

The sun settled in the western sky, like an unlit celestial match, dropping quickly to the horizon where it collided and set the sky ablaze, the clouds smouldering like embers.  Sunsets – a heavenly gift.  Nature unrestrained and uninhibited.  Perfect. So…

The Forsythia are golden and aglow.  The Daffodils stand tall and proud with slightly tilted heads, while the Crabapples and Magnolia explode with blooms that fill the air with their ethereal scent.  Much has happened in a week, and from here on out, the landscape…

The mere mention of snow or cold produces an immediate reflex.  We cringe, roll our eyes, and fling our arms into the air as if to surrender. It’s almost fun to mention, in passing, just to see the glaring daggers thrown your way. …