Newborn leaves shouting a flamboyant green unfurl from bare branches. Spring! it all cries, jubilant to be alive. The rhythm of the...

At times harsh realities blow on my door, grief and disappointment rain down in icy pellets, clouds cover my soul, dull and dreary. An...

March, 2003 I stared at my ring finger. Something looked different. Off, somehow. I peered closer and felt my heart plummet to my toes....

Surrender is all around me as leaves let go, swirl in the wind and fall to the ground. Their brilliant colors turn drab, and soon they...

Summer has grown tired. Weary of holding its head up, it droops and withers, turning brown and insignificant. I feel the same weariness...

A wise woman once said something to me, just one sentence, and cliché though it may be, it stopped me in my tracks. Those simple words...

The aftermath of goals met and dreams realized. A new home in a new city. Jubilation mixed with exhaustion. Bitter mingled with sweet....

"Out with the old, in with the new." Why does that saying set my teeth on edge? Is it just me? Maybe it's because I like the old. Because...

The tiptoe into spring has begun. Yes, the trees are still bare, the rains drizzle on and cold winds seep into my bones. Yet even so if I...

A mighty wind. Pounding rain and hail, shoving creation around as if it were nothing. An ancient tree falls it's roots exposed for all to...

The earth is still and silent in the hush of winter. Cocooned in a blanket of frost, fog and certainty, it rests and waits, knowing the...

The rains have begun, and with the rain comes mud. Sticking to shoes, tracked into the house. Yes, I've put my garden to bed for the...

It started out as beautiful... A sprig of ivy, a secret dream, a wishful yearning. An opening window, seeming as of no consequence....

All washed up. Past its prime. Burned out. Gone to seed. I wander in my garden trying to avoid fat spiders in the center of iridescent...

One day a rock dropped into my path, replacing sunshine, laughter and the scent of ripening fruit with disbelief, horror and darkness. I...

Anyone who has a patch of flowers knows that July is a time of abundance. A vast array, a parade of textures, colors and scents, from the...

How can a flower be fickle and also faithful, you ask? The faithful part is easy to explain. Phlox is happy to bloom from July through...

I'm having a wildflower kind of a day. And by that I don't mean that I'm skipping merrily down a country lane, winding a wreath of...

I thought to offer you a few gardening tips that I've learned over the years. I'm not sure they are anything amazing, but they've...

I took myself on a ramble the other day. The breeze was blowing, the birds singing, and a road I had never traveled down before beckoned....