February is short and sweet

Diversions that ease the bite of any winter

The Gardening Season Officially Begins on January 1st

The crowning and majestic hours of autumn

When Witches Go Riding

A late summer garden has a tranquillity found

September days are here

It is not just plants that grow

The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers

It is the month of June, the month of leaves and roses

So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul

If you have enough inner resources

Stress is caused by being here, but wanting to be there

March is a month of considerable frustration

Though, February is short, it is filled with lots of love and sweet surprises

The merry year is born like the bright berry

Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless.

Our garden is nurturing us

When the squirrels are harvesting

A tranquility found no other time

Giving an impression of beauty and delight

There is no such thing as bad weather

Nothing is more memorable than a smell