The landscape lay waste to February’s warm arrival and took on a most pathetic look.  The once beautiful, pure white blanket of snow had been reduced to the dirty, grungy spoils of a Winter warming, but that wasn’t all that remained in the receding snow. As the…

Autumn, like dusk, gilded the landscape in its tangerine rays as the petals and foliage blushed in the crisp air.  Beauty was everywhere. As we begin to put our landscapes to bed – tidying, raking, mulching, and pruning, you might…

The new year sidled in upon the snowy shoulders of our first winter storm.  Delicately laced trees rose above the downy blanket of snow that quieted and comforted the landscape.  It was, at once, beautiful and treacherous. Snow, for many,…

Brittle was the air, thin and slicing.  The landscape creaked and moaned in its fragility – comforted only by the insulating embrace of snow.  February did more than whisper her intentions.  She hissed them. It will be some time before…

Autumn, like dusk, gilded the landscape in its ripened rays as the petals and foliage blushed in the frosty air.  Beauty was everywhere. As we begin to put our landscapes to bed – tidying, raking, mulching, and pruning, you might…

  The landscape lay waste to March’s warm arrival and took on a most pathetic look. Yet life was beginning to sprout, and with it, winter damages made themselves apparent. As the landscape below the mounds of snow began to…

The sun hung over the landscape like a dimly lit bulb.  Autumn seems to have become less festive, and more practical and austere as nature prepares for Winter. As we begin to put our landscapes to bed, despite the unseasonable…

The landscape lay waste to February’s warm arrival and took on a most pathetic look.  The once beautiful, pure white blanket of snow had been reduced to the dirty, grungy spoils of a Winter warming, but that wasn’t all that remained in the receding snow. As the…

Like delicate lace work, the snow adorned the trees and lay draped across the ground like a crisp white sheet.  Nature seemed quieted and comforted, no longer directly exposed to January’s elements. Snow, for many, is merely a nuisance.  Although…

The Evergreen boughs arched and flexed as the Oaks stooped and ached, arthritic under the grievous weight of the heavy, wet snow.  Conditions were treacherous.  Nature steeled itself while we were left helpless and seemingly ill prepared. As we begin digging…