Birds and Bees


The Garden is to the Gardener…

The Song is to the Singer and comes back most to him… –Walt Whitman from Song of Myself When you are a gardener, you must consider that friend and foe alike come daily to the gates of the city. The gardener must be vigilant and welcoming, but fearsome to strangers with uncertain appetites. Continue Reading…

Spring on wings: a celebration

Spring on Wings: A Celebration   When you think of spring, what pops up? Daffodils, crocus, cherry blossoms? Me too, but there is something else. Something equally joyful but insistent the way a flower is not. It is the chorus of robins that start in around 5:30 to 6:00 am, singing with such gay abandon Continue Reading »