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…

  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…

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,…

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…