The winter garden is quiet. After snowfall comes the deepest stillness of the year.
Spring is throwing a surprise party out in the garden. Roadside confetti of celandine poppies signals the festivities are beginning.
How could one six-inch-tall plant embody the profusion of mid-May? And yet it does.
June 2014 is greener than most, and the lushest in memory
In midsummer stillness, garden layers reveal themselves.
Wild is the late season. Plants roam, taller and wilder in their September fling.
Days before the first frost, golden light bathes a radiant garden at ease. This is the majestic last hurrah.