It’s almost March – that awkward and messy, yet exciting time in our yards and gardens when life begins to sprout amid the mucky, soggy spoils of seasons in transition. Possibility abounds! Muddy paws proliferate! But hope springs eternal, right?…

Nascent Summer seems to have settled in nicely, replete and contented.  Yet her once dewy, fresh face begins to grow sallow and somber under the impossible weight of hot, humid temperatures and lack of meaningful moisture. Her youth, vigor and…

  The air was slight and gauzy as tufts of feathery cotton, like snow, sailed upon the breeze before settling to the ground where it fleeced the lawn, and filled every crevice, attempting to set seed.  Cottonwoods. from miles away,…

Wilted and withered, Summer began to rot on the vine.  Her once dewy, fresh face grew sallow and somber under the impossible weight of hot, humid temperatures and lack of moisture.  Her youth and vigor were fading fast. As season’s…

The air was gauzy and slight until the fog slithered in on its belly, leaching into every crevice, swallowing the landscape whole.  The constant rain and gray skies had begun to loom large over our yards and gardens, like a soggy, itchy…

The humidity enveloped the landscape, constricting ever tighter, until flora and fauna wilted.   Breathless, lifeless, and defeated, Summer had officially arrived in all its oppressive glory. Heat stress is a real thing and can adversely affect our plants.  When temperatures start to…

Restrained by Spring’s lunacy, the landscape could not seem to free itself from the cruel and unseasonable shackles of April’s imprisonment. Soon, the restraints will release, and Spring will once again be liberated. And as the temperatures warm and the landscape awakens, there…

The air was polluted with tiny tufts of cotton, which neither fell nor glided to the ground, but instead bounced around on the breeze like atoms pinging off each other before eventually descending and snagging onto any and every surface in the…

Fresh and fetching as a young bride, the dreamy white flowers floated above the branches like a thousand resting butterflies.  They fluttered effortlessly in the breeze, releasing their sweet perfume into the air. Fragrance isn’t the only thing wafting through the atmosphere…