Through the front of door of my grandparents' home I stare at the hazy blue mountains. Farmer John's field slopes gently down, the farm...

Thus far in my native plant journey, I have shared stories about the noticing the plant for the first time, sometimes with a childhood...

Some encounters with a new face stay with you for a long time. In this case, the face was a flower found in a most unexpected place. I...

How do you spend your March? Do you listen for the sounds of birds returning home? Maybe you watch for the first sign of flowers, those...

Last month, I shared my love for the coppery tones of Winter Beeches which color the forest in winter. This month, walk along the trail...

Winter can be a hard season to enjoy, can't it? As a child, I would mourn the snow melting as it tends to do in Ohio, and rejoice when it...

People these days often like a card with something already written in it. Sometimes it is hard to find the words if your natural bent is...

The fog hangs low outside my window this morning as I write, reminding me that colder weather is coming. I am one of those strange folk...

It may have come to your attention, if you have followed me for some time, that my work is taking a different direction. I thought I...

Sometimes you just have to rescue the clearance teapots. I could not pass this one up at Target—only $8! I also love black ceramic, and...