Dreams & summer are cut from the same cloth…

Driving at the 10 mph suggested speed up the nursery back entrance, we waved to the crouched workers encircled by black, plastic pots of perennials, some still colorful, some merely hanging onto hope…

It’s a tangle, and it’s not going to untangle anytime soon…

Oh, what a week …

We may think that we know Vermont, but we don’t …

Dunno why I decided to hike today …

A few of the picnic tables are occupied, as dark clouds move in over the strip, temporarily eclipsing city traffic, sirens, air brakes, and muffler-less road bike noise…

Moving between worlds is an art, finely honed by not only artists, but many on the work-a-day treadmill of life…

The beauty of a garden can be told by anyone, but the story of a garden resides beneath the fingernails, and in the sore muscles of a few designated laborers…

By the end, it was mostly rain…

Riding home with a cold beverage from the cooler, a passenger possibly and sore bones…

The house become unusually dark …

It's been raining a lot, so much so that Vermont's emerald green now rivals Ireland; at least, that…

She asked me to come by & discuss a gardening job, in case I had any ideas…

It’s been a crazy couple weeks of hodge podge …

We saw the soft-serve symbology: a Cremee graphic hanging next to a car repair shop and pulled in, hot and excited…

Anyone using Google Earth knows that maps are a fluid construct…

The flower explosions of spring come late in the mountains, and some may miss them, for blinking…

"What?' I yell, as the semi pumps his engines, making conversation nearly impossible…

What a glorious time to walk the woods, when only a few things have ventured forth yet, green…