The landscape lay reeling and depleted, drunk on the sun’s rays and summer heat.  She was beginning to show her age in the harsh light of the August sun, and there was a palpable shift in the air. The winds of change are upon us as our attention begins to…

  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 the perfect growing conditions and prepare for the winter…

  The winds of change are in the air, almost palpable, as our attention begins to shift from Summer and its carefree nature to the more frenetic, frenzied schedule of Fall.  Some may say, we use this time to prepare for the long winter months ahead, much like our squirrel friends…

Ponderous grows the landscape, sluggish is the lawn.  The vibrant, lively hues of Summer ripen and languish.  Glowing sprays of Goldenrod permeate the garden while ornamental grasses brandish their feathery tufts of bronze seed heads.  Gold finches return to assess the maturing Coneflower’s bounty.  Autumn whispers its intentions warmly but fervently as Summer…

    Hastening through the prairie, rustling and rattling the tall grasses like a predator stalking her pray, Autumn slinks forward, lying in wait.  She will soon pounce and make herself known.   The official start of Autumn is merely a stone’s throw away, and it is a busy time in our…

  Ponderous grows the landscape, sluggish is the lawn.  The vibrant, lively hues of Summer ripen and languish.  Glowing sprays of Goldenrod permeate the garden while ornamental grasses brandish their feathery tufts of bronze seed heads.  Gold finches return to assess the maturing Coneflower’s bounty.  Autumn whispers its intentions warmly but fervently as…

The Goldenrod’s gilded sprays burst forth like a sparkler, igniting the garden, while the Aster’s fresh foliage breathed life into the lethargic landscape.  Finches returned to feed on the seeds of spent Coneflowers as the squirrels raced to fill their winter caches.   September’s intentions, thus far, seem questionable and her alliances less…

  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…

Slumped and listless, the flag seemed to be spilling down the pole, like a lit candle in a wine bottle.  Every so often, it would arch its back laboriously as a whiff of wind sputtered by.  The heft of humidity was great, and the discomfort even greater.  The dog days of Summer have…

As we enter the second week of September, there’s a noticeable change in light, its intensity and duration have diminished, yet it’s something more.  Something immeasurable, but you know you’re no longer looking at a Summer sky.  I often ask myself if I didn’t own a calendar or wasn’t keenly tuned in to…

  The winds of change are in the air, almost palpable, as our attention begins to shift from Summer and its carefree nature to the more frenetic, frenzied schedule of Fall.  Some may say, we use this time to prepare for the long winter months ahead, much like our squirrel friends…

Happy Fall! Last Saturday, we officially welcomed Fall into our lives and gardens, and I must say it was a dandy of a day.  I am not sorry about Summer’s exit.  In fact, I believe Saturday’s winds sent Summer packing with its tail between its legs.  Don’t get me wrong. …