Into the Blue Yonder

When Edgar the Juvenile Great Egret had fed his fill on the marsh, he said goodbye for the evening, and … More

Last Rose of Autumn

Not the very last rose of your autumn, but the last of mine, I’m pretty sure. From The Brandywine Rose … More

Wait—I lied—it’s actually 1400 blosssoms… All grafted onto one single plant and perfectly arranged into the form of a single … More

Let’s lick the late Fall blahs… So much to dread in November: annuals die, leaves to rake, gutters clog, days … More

…and look, green sepals grow lavender. How? Purple stamens summon bees, pollinate their legs and send them hence to swim in … More

The Lesser Yellowlegs spends so much time scampering across the marsh, one is tempted… To believe he can’t fly all … More

Outside you see a nearly impossibly broad evergreen canopy, wider than tall, sweeping to the ground… …and inside, this. A … More