"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most dazzling view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." – Edward Abbey

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red peony

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…

To me, that is one of the great gifts of art, of writing and poetry. It connects me across the years, sometimes even millennia, to others and helps me understand that, in many ways, people in other cultures, living in other times, aren’t really that different from me after all…

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… But when I come back […]