- - 'Flying Dragon' Hardy Orange ( Poncirus trifoliata ) at Beal Gardens I should have taken her picture. (I want to get bolder sna...

- - . . . We are here again with the beloved. This air, a shout. These meadowsounds, an astonishing myth . . . - read the whole short p...

- - - - Finally, after years of intending to make a home cleaner from natural stuff, I did it. None of the recipes had allured enough to pu...

What must this yucca think of Michigan? Yuccas love dry, hot climates. No wonder this one's leaves look a little combative jutting throu...

Days shorten. Hours pour out of the cup of light. Before snow-blue evenings, before indoor candles remind me I am born of old centuries the ...

On this last day of summer, I'm sharing a poem I wrote in 1994 at the same time of year. It's strange to remember how it was when ...

Before the house is awake, the birds have been calling for hours. The bamboo had a shower and waits for the sun to dry itself. Dandelions...

I think they're supposed to be "Christmas cactus." Or "Thanksgiving cactus." But they seem to be "Halloween c...

Don planted pumpkins back in June. You can see him and Lesley here examining the big leaves and little pumpkins Farm Day weekend in August. ...