At different times, I think about what I might consider to be the, well – the ideal day. I think of this when my days

Randy, the guy with the truck (what guy here is not with a truck?) has been promising me for weeks that he would deliver my

These Japanese knotweed specimens are about 5″ in length. Most of the stem is underground and will break off from the root with the slightest

I recently attended a gathering in Maine. The eloquent speaker started out with a quote. I’m sure I was not alone in hearing her words

I dug out my planters – buried in the garage so they wouldn’t split from the freezing cold of winter. I popped the impatients into

Some days… Some days I create so much that doesn’t work. These pieces – no good. And I could have predicted, when I was cutting

This is my favorite tree. Okay. One of my favorite trees. It’s name? Redbud. Red? It’s never red. Or my idea of red. It’s not

I had one of those bucolic walks with my friend Jan this afternoon. Jan, who I just met – is it 3 (4?) years ago.

I hate to travel. Hate it. Before hand, I’m exhausted with dread. And inevitably there is some major unexpected guffaw in the plans or the

Why do the birds come flying north? Why do the animals get all frisky? Why do people jump on bicycles, drive more slowly, head up