Sloughing off the final olive-drab layers of a season past, a sapphire carpet of Spring ephemerals arose as the Redbud’s ethereal blooms cast a cheery glow unto the scene.  Swelling buds and nodding Daffodils dotted the landscape as the grass grew green and lush.  Spring was in full swing.  …

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 in their push upwards and onwards.  Early Spring rains and…

  The landscape wore January’s measured weather, like an old, frayed shirt – unkempt and scruffy, yet familiar.  The soil, mostly frozen, gripped the rainfall slowly and tentatively, befuddled by its ready state.   Winter’s somewhat confused and mild weather has provided a welcome respite for local wildlife.  Birds and squirrels…

  The canopy grows thin as leaves hasten to their final resting place while light rushes through the skeletal silhouettes of trees.  Autumn seems to have become less festive and more practical as nature  prepares for Winter. As we begin to put our landscapes to bed – tidying, raking, mulching, and…

Without so much as a warning or civic alert, the bombs began to fall.  Sparsely, at first, quickly ramping up to a barrage.  They fell with great velocity, unbiased yet fierce.  The driveway, lawn, roof, streets and cars – none of them  immune to the blitzkrieg.  We had been overrun quickly,…