I find joy in the cemetery trees. Their roots are in our hearts. In their leaves the soul Of another century is in ascension. -Rodney James Of all our cemetery trees, there are few that are more majestic, and beautiful, … Continue reading →

The mountain laurel in bloom Constructed like needlework Tiny half-pulled stitches piercing Flushed and striped petals…                                                 … Continue reading →

… But now, in spring, the buds,  flock our trees. Ten million exquisite buds tiny and loud, flaring their petalled wings, bellowing from ashen branches vibrant keys, the chords of spring’s triumph… The song is drink, is color.  Come.  Now. … Continue reading →

My magnolia tree is going mad! what delicious blossoming: on branches bare a month ago this blush, first flush of Spring, on limbs unburdened by their weight not buds, but birds, burgeoning: rose-pink breasted, moon-white crested fledglings and doting pairs, … Continue reading →