The inner workings of the peony flower remind me of the ocean floor. I have snorkeled along reefs and seen the bright, silent landscape of that other world. Strange to find on land something so akin to the exotic coral or billowy anemones living deep underwater…
Last year I was sure it was dead. But this spring new growth appeared on it’s meager remaining stems, and then the heads of two small buds followed…
Every year I flip flop back and forth between loving spring or autumn more. They are rivals to me, both equally glorious in their own way, two beautiful sides of a single coin. As a gardener, writer and photographer, I always feel like I can’t quite make up my mind… […]
As I clawed back layer after layer of the small stones, I remembered my childhood fascination. Every now and then a wormy, skeletal impression in one of the rocks caught my eye…
Yesterday was beautiful, sunny and over 70 degrees. I spent some time taking pictures of all the critters I discovered on my walk.
I loved my rocking chair. Sitting out on the front porch in it, watching the world pass by was a sometime occupation for me.
If you listen over the sound of the wind, you can hear woodpeckers pecking and birds singing…
Strong light bathed my front porch this morning. The house faces almost due north – which makes for a snowy blanket in the winter – but the sun sneaks in from the east through trees and around the porch columns. An old wood box holds kindling for the wood stove, […]
With maple trees, pussy willows and many other spring plants finally blooming, the girls were very much out and about looking for food…
Spreading by seed, the winds blow their tiny offerings far and wide. So much so they can eventually cover acres, given enough time. But like most good things they don’t last long.
