I couldn't do it. I couldn't get rid of the bearded irises.

December is a time of reckoning.

A walk in Rosehill Cemetery amid one of nature's finest monuments—big oak trees.

Come to think about it, what are those things coming out of the ground?

Daydreaming of a Glorious Horticultural Breakthrough.

Deep thoughts about small things.

Hellebores, you are woefully narcissistic and you can never get enough.