New Life in an Old Garden
“The question is not what you look at but what you see” (Henry David Thoreau). Summer’s wildflowers are a faint memory in the often chilly, damp days of early March. What was once a flurry of color in a variety of shapes and sizes stands brown…
Especially Zinnias
I’d waited. Indeed, all summer I’d been waiting. Watching. Hoping. In April, I’d determined that, after having been a bit late in pulling up the past season’s dried remains from the flower garden atop our root cellar, I was not going to plant seeds. Instead,…