May 12, 2013
The first weeks of May. Cool air, sweet scent of the weedy Russian olive, the chatter of bird’s making their high pitched insect sounds so strange the tree frogs at night sound more like birds, the golden lace of just emerging foliage glowing in the golden afternoon, the dark slowly coming on. Time to stop […]
May 3, 2013
Garden is a verb. In the aftermath of messy winter construction, planting goes apace.