A delightful surprise to have these Heavenly Blue Morning Glories volunteer this year, mixed in on a post with purple Morning Glories, Clematis and grapes. Every morning I find a…
Coffee on the front porch in the sun with a couple Morning Glory vines twining up between me and the rising sun. I love the simple shapes and relationships between…
If I am honest, I must confess to occasionally casting an envious eye on those neatly planned and well mulched gardens. Sissinghurst comes to mind! Continuing my honest comments, however,…
When summer arrives and the garden becomes a wall of greenness, many creatures—large and small, pollinator and predator, flying and crawling, welcomed and not—countless variations of life, all come along…
Georgia O’Keeffe said of flowers in “The Poetry of Things:” “A flower is relatively small. Everyone has many associations with a flower — the idea of flowers. You put out…
Vermont is an embarrassing abundance of greens right now. Blankets of green are draped over the hills and mountains. Walls of green line the edges of the fields and streets.…
Certainly I never thought about trees flowering when I was younger. Leaves, branches, bark are all so noticeable. Flowers, many at least, are often less so. I clearly remember learning…
I grew up in Central Michigan where I delighted in watching clouds. You could see them all summer long as the weather came in from the west, tall billowing summer…
I’ve heard a few grumbles lately, understandably so, about how hot is has been. Vermont so seldom gets in the high-80s or 90s but that is exactly where the thermometer…
Still Learning To See 