“A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or

Loving and Leaving them for 32 years
“A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or
“Walking at Low Plains in April Some day when you don’t know what to do, where to go, who to be, what in the world
Ha ha ha ha ha. There are no blooms whatsoever in my yard yet. In fact, today our high temperature was 25F (“feels like 15F”)
There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.” ― Edouard Manet * Manet’s thought seemed borne out as I gazed at
I was struck on a recent visit to Ogunquit, Maine, by the many and varied gardens there and nearby: the ocean, beach, dunes, plover and
<> Spoiler: No hay was actually made. No irons actually struck. <> The last two days were in the 60s and clear, a rarity so