A quiet story about coming out of a long, silent austerity into the startlingly lush experience of in-person conversation and a meal with another couple outside of our bubble.
Grab a cup of coffee and I’ll walk you through a couple of happy hours I spent with my camera on Easter afternoon at the Tarryall Reservoir State Wildlife Area.
Our fence posts seemed to be a set of crosses with a message: Spring is here, the tomb is empty, and resurrection, rebirth and new growth are real.
Frogs can and do freeze, including their hearts, and then thaw and get right back to living their everyday froggy life when it warms up. We’re doing the renewal pruning at Glover Gardens in our own efforts to get our green back.
In the winter of our COVID-19 discontent, spring is a reminder that resilience, empathy and love are the strongest contagions.
And then, all of the sudden, it flew away, wafting on the breeze high above the cypress trees, its wings fluttering a timeless message: fear not, only believe.
Although every day should be Earth Day, it’s cool that we have a day to heighten awareness and reflect on doing a better job caring for our world. Checking on the Earth Day happenings at EarthDay.org, I found that one of the ongoing ecological campaigns […]
The Museum of Montmartre and Renoir’s Gardens throb with a creative, imaginative and harmonious aesthetic that evokes the era of impressionist art in Paris.
I think a group of swans did a performance just for me. As I stood and watched, they changed direction, got in position, and swam by in a line. MUST.WRITE.HAIKU.
Spring is breaking out early, and the birds are all over here at Glover Gardens. Check out the portraits of Mama Cardinal, and a haiku for #NaHaiWriMo.