My greatgrandmother’s primroses.  They grew in the garden in Little Compton, Rhode Island, where she lived with my grandparents for…

The front porch, overhung with roses.  Or at least screened by roses – the over hanging part may take another…

Sometimes there is deep meaning in gardening.  And sometimes there is just beauty.  Peonies are just about the beauty, with…

Below this nest, on the grass, were two tiny birds with eyes that had never opened, featherless, fresh from the…

For years the front yard was a rectangle of grass with one small spruce in the corner.  Now Otis oversees…

Iris, the quintisential May flower.  Somehow I have yellow ones, but no purple.  These flower spikes are over four feet…

This one with chocolate mint and lavender. I don’t know who ate this cake, or whether they enjoyed it.  I…