December Landscapes
Perhaps it is because I was raised on Andrew Wyeth’s paintings, with each brushstroke, use of color, and style drummed into me since birth, but I adore the moody, cloudy December days.
Perhaps it is because I was raised on Andrew Wyeth’s paintings, with each brushstroke, use of color, and style drummed into me since birth, but I adore the moody, cloudy December days.
There’s a bit of a chill to the air the last few days. Autumn has come to the Highlands of Scotland with subtlety and grace.
Thus far, it’s been a glorious summer in many ways. I’m working to cherish the peaceful moments I can snag in my garden. There are several places to sit in cooler shade as the sun travels from east to west. Each offers a unique view of the plants.
The wild strawberry weed (Fragaria virginiana) is the bane of my gardening existence. I’m looking for clever ways to eradicate this menace.
My grandmother introduced me to Hal Borland’s works as a child. She used to read Borland, almost like a devotional, seeking his wise words on nature daily. His writings show that he is a kindred spirit with his words about nature and the earth. In his book, Sundial of the Seasons, today’s entry states, “The…