Lime Basil Pesto

I write here from the garden this evening – the sounds of the chorus of cicadas swell in the trees, and make the whole world alive with sound.  The sun is setting, still bright at the edges, with small clouds like little golden fairy castles floating above the pines. It isn’t quite gloaming yet, but…

Gardens of Dreams

All around spring is flowering in the branches.  The croaking of the Sandhill cranes will now and then fill the blue-clouded skies as they pass along on their long pilgrimage.  From out of the earth the green force of life is brimming in a flowery haze, all things stretching forth with new, fresh growth.   Except…

 The Wild Garden

{Deep breath……} Right now, this is the gate to my garden, the division between what is (sometimes) cultivated, and the completely untended. It is the barrier that protects my beloved plants, mostly from the bad goats.  The pumpkin vines have curled and wound their way through, pouring into the outside.  And actually, because of this…

Garden Love

I love my winter garden right now. It is a place of brilliant color,  where all the cares of the world fall away in the midst of the rows of singing green. These plants know me,  they have known me since the whole of their being rattled around in my palm as I sowed seeds…

Misty Mornings

In the summer time I always try to wake up early to finish the chores before the heat of the day sets in.  This season the beauty of the early mornings has drawn me outside into the pearly air and dew-drenched grass.  Mists have crept out of the forest and settled in the low places…

Turning The Season

  This time of the year, the summer seems to hang over everything like a thick, sweat-drenched blanket.  Still, in the midst of it there are suddenly magical moments that I come on by surprise, like clouds of yellow butterflies mud puddling on the fresh cow pies that rise up in a bright whirl around…