When the sun shines, the planet responds…with a stunning abundance. This week the ephemerals continue, completing their life cycle before the forest canopy cuts off the sunshine. The lovely Spring…
I often get out this time of year to enjoy the spring ephemerals, flowers that bloom for a brief period of time before the trees leaf out. Last week, despite…
Forgive me if I cause you to spend a bit more time in front of a screen so you can see what I saw when I took a break from…
Even if it were not for social distancing, being in the gardens this time of year is special. Even in “cold” weather, all other things being relative! Above is a…
Despite all—cold weather, virus, viral politics, all—the plum blossoms I pruned a week ago and brought inside open to Spring.
I often write here about the peace I find in the predictability of the natural world. The living of last year is now so obviously disintegrating to feed the new…
I am taking the liberty of reprinting Heather Cox Richardson’s Letters from an American column from today because it captures perfectly and beautifully the feelings I awoke with this morning…
My sister, Martha E. Snell, is a fine poet. We have collaborated over the past several years, as poet and photographer, to share our work as part of Poem City. …
Every year I lose plants in my garden. Clearly I have too many and have never had the kind of highly organized planting that would show a gap. Often these…
Still Learning To See 