Drunk upon the sun’s rays, the verdant leaves began to yellow and shed upon her slumped and weary figure.  The unrelenting heat, and sparse rains of late Summer were more than she could bear.  These are the dog days indeed. But August too will soon concede, and with it, any…

As the Autumnal winds whipped through the canopies, leaves became untethered and rained upon the ground.  The trees thrashed and raged in what seemed to be a battle of unseen, invisible forces. Now that temperatures are beginning to cool and nighttime temperatures beginning to plummet, frost poses a threat to…

  As the wind whipped through the canopies, animating every leaf and limb, their shadows cast a violent display on the ground – flickering wildly and unhinged. The trees thrashed and raged in what seemed to be a battle of unseen, invisible forces.   Now that temperatures are beginning to…

  Glittering, golden dusk flooded the landscape as the trees blushed in the gilded light, and the grasses swayed and rushed as the sun swiftly receded, surrendering wholly to twilight. August too will soon concede, and with it, any remnants of Summer. Autumn is upon us and changes are afoot….

    The clouds descended onto the ground, swallowing the land, tree tops first, and the snow swirled upon the wind before the horizon became entirely blurred, and the earth wholly incased in white.  A wondrous and eerie site.  Winter was flexing his muscle, and we were at his mercy.   Winter can…

November extinguished the landscape ablaze, leaving only a few smoldering embers amongst the ashes.  The trees stood unadorned and humbled as their Autumnal attire laid at their feet.  The great sentinels now stood vulnerable and exposed.   With Winter nipping at our heels, and the threat of consistent hard frosts, our…

  As the wind whipped through the canopies, animating every leaf and limb, their shadows cast a violent display on the ground – flickering wildly and unhinged.  The trees thrashed and raged in what seemed to be a battle of unseen, invisible forces.   Now that temperatures are beginning to cool and nighttime…

  The Daffodils seemed to stall in the regrettably frosty air.  Burgeoning buds appeared deflated, and the stunning lack of green and warmth grew increasingly depressing.  The promise of Spring felt distant as April earned a well-deserved time out.   Every Spring is different.  Every year I complain.  Will Spring ever really…

The clouds stacked up like mountains, pretending to be more permanent structures in a temporary sky.  A very reflection of nature itself.  Constantly changing, constantly amazing.  And Winter is no different. Winter can be a brutal but beautiful season, chiseled from marble, dramatic yet austere.  In addition to its unique aesthetics, Winter…

  The air was polluted with tiny tufts of cotton, which neither fell nor glided to the ground, but instead bounced around on the breeze like atoms pinging off each other before eventually descending and snagging onto any and every surface in the landscape.  Some lawns seemed to take the brunt of…

  The clouds were thick and brooding, save for the slivers of blue sky that cut jagged veins through the gray, giving the sky a marble look.  Soon the clouds descended and snow began to fall, softening the ground, silencing the earth.  Welcome December.   As Winter settles in, and we retreat…

Today looks and feels a little more akin to Fall than Spring.  Sometimes I like to imagine I’d just awaken from a deep, lengthy sleep – completely unaware of time or season.  Would I know if it was Spring or Fall?  A quick glance may deduce Fall, but a closer look would reveal the…