The Meadows, II: Anthers and Antennae, 8 a.m.
THE MEADOWS ARE TEEMING, thrumming, thriving with life, most of it plant or insect. They are symbiotic, and many bugs take on the appearance of their companions, unseen among the Continue reading
Category: Visual art
The Meadows, I: Summer Sunrise
THE PINK AND PURPLE HUES this dawn presage a glowing hot day. The air already shimmers in the diagonal rays of the rising sun, although there is no breeze yet. Continue reading
Sculpture Garden
TEN YEARS AGO, the area by the back fence was flat as a pancake, a thick mass of rotting leaves. The soil beneath it was moist and rich, but nothing Continue reading
Everything Blossoms
A SOFT CLOUD OF POLLEN gathers size and strength from a breath of wind skimming the flower heads on the expanse of waist-high grass. Just as quickly, the cloud disperses. Continue reading
Evolution of a Garden
AS ANYONE WHO HAS GARDENED for more than a season knows, plants have an uncanny way of organizing themselves, with or without our help. The lamb’s ear pushes its way Continue reading
