March is a tease

Seven months into our courtship, I dropped the the man who eventually became my husband at the southern terminus of the Appalachian Trail: Springer Mountain, Georgia. It was February 1. And according to townfolk along the trail, when he and his hiking partner made forays into towns for supplies, it was “the coldest/snowiest/worst winter we’ve … Continue reading March is a tease

Gardening in February

I tried to read at the breakfast table yesterday while I ate warm oatmeal with craisins and walnuts. Instead of following the words on the page, though, my eyes kept looking through the sliding glass door. At the garden. A woodpecker and a red cardinal swung on the bird feeder, eating the sunflower seeds I … Continue reading Gardening in February

Wind dancers

Snow clings to the boughs of the tall evergreens out back, glittering white chitons on the feather branches that droop under its wet weight. The deciduous trees, naked and twiggy, look like someone pulled a liner brush globbed with titanium white paint across the top of every branch. The flower bed sleeps under a thick … Continue reading Wind dancers

Droplets slice

Gardening in autumn is weird. I’m in a flannel shirt and wool socks, moving plants, pulling others out of the ground, recomposing the flower beds for how I want them to look next gardening season. There aren’t green sprouts to get excited about like in spring. I’m working as the weather gets colder instead of … Continue reading Droplets slice