Nasturtiums bloom yellow and orange–almost red–under their spreading green umbrella shades, covering the piles of landscape clippings that otherwise just…
“I swear they grew here last year…like weeds!” Where on earth did they all go? The milk thistle arrives each…
The piles of oleander branches surprise me as I crest the hill. We knew about the massive clearing of the…
In the midst of the winter, the callas come out. Normally, they’re preceded by the fiddleheads, the first curls of…
“Time to stockpile wood, for when the rains come.” I have this note to myself from last year, when January…
We started our hunt for mushrooms in December, in the waning days towards the solstice, hopeful that we’d see their…