One of the things they never tell you in all the pretty gardening handbooks, as you are dragged deeper and deeper into this gardening lark, is that you may no longer go on vacation. Not for you summer trips to Yellowstone for two weeks or a cross-country tour to find the world’s largest ball of [...]
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I am morbidly afraid of wasps. As I teenager I was chased around a lake one fateful summer’s day after stepping near a nest of ground wasps. I endured so many painful stings from the horrible little creatures that the fear of them has never left me. To this day should a wasp [...] On the other side of my late winter window, a forest of bare branches and tangled shrubbery stand seemingly impervious to the cold, the icy remnants of past snowstorms lying crusted and somewhat soiled at their feet. Bare sticks rise up from a soupy soil, caught in a freeze/thaw cycle typical of this [...] Silent, pastoral…and deadly At the risk of stating the obvious, it has been quite a winter. And, before I inspire the gods to send a further installment of the white stuff, let me hasten to add that it may not yet be over. For the most part, the snow has done a great [...] |
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