flower etiquette

our forsythia doesn't bloom, never having been properly pruned the workmen (dirty-jeaned, bantering) being more adept at paint and plumbing than the etiquette of flowers © Sarah Whiteley

the uprooting

I imagine the mint went first, followed closely by the flares of the nasturtiums, and the phlox the day of the uprooting the delphiniums would have been crushed, curls of pearl and sky, into the soil that fed the roses when the garden was pulled yet strange that the winter sage was left alone beside … Continue reading the uprooting


a brace of camellia buds, pale gold and swollen, nod knowingly in the rain March puddles may come, but the thrush still shouts when he's discovered his mate April is at the threshold and soon a parish of sparrows will be singing themselves silly in the branches of the wild plum © Sarah Whiteley

weed philosophy

by the roots, you say, but sometimes the roots are impossible to get at or they've spread immeasurable tendrils in countless directions so that even when pulled, pioneers still bust the sod and burst in yellow jeers at all my efforts may as well give in (nature always wins) and call that weed a wildflower … Continue reading weed philosophy


so many bumblebees, the locust flowers tremble in delight - my window is open wide to wonder! © Sarah Whiteley I do love the locust tree outside my window. The flowers are just beginning to fade and fall, but it's still abuzz with fat little bumblebees all day and in the evening the Anna's hummingbirds … Continue reading bumblebees


the unfinished fence stands several feet yet from the wall as if it too paused to gaze at the wisteria © Sarah Whiteley I am utterly in love with the spring this year. I am blessed with beautiful walks, wonderful four-legged (and two-winged) companions, and the good sense to cherish the quiet moments that are … Continue reading wisteria