And then some…

At first I thought the birds had simply found a pleasant, albeit ironic, perch. A metal sculpture of a great bird, a raven or a large crow, perhaps, secured to a black pole and grounded in a garden. I was looking for birds, camera in hand, eyes scanning the winter landscape, where leaves do not … Continue reading And then some…

Creeping vines I can handle; creepy crawlies, not so much

It appears I will be going round two with the aphids. Such is the life, I suppose, of a gardener, even one confined to a balcony. The aphids have overtaken my honeysuckle vine, just as it is breaking into bloom. I thought I’d nipped the problem in the bud back in May when I first … Continue reading Creeping vines I can handle; creepy crawlies, not so much

A trillium welcome to you, too

This past weekend, somewhere between Cambridge and Paris, a trillium waved a white-gloved hand in my direction. And yes, it caught my attention. I’ve likely caught yours, too, tossing off place names that conjure up images of old stone and ivied walls, of cobbled streets and majestic arches. Before you begin hearing the swish of … Continue reading A trillium welcome to you, too