The pollen is flying: that onerous herald and carrier of life as we know it on earth. Your nose may be tickled by its tenacious ability...

The forsythia branches I cut a few weeks ago have been forced into bloom. Their bright yellow is a reminder that spring is just a few...

It is now winter in the garden. Much seems dead, but the garden is only sleeping. This is a new year with signs of spring already beginning

I will never forget Ben. He was a 2nd grader that I had as a student when I was teaching gardening in schools. There was a white picket...