I woke up this morning to the song of a whippoorwill. First of the season! I love that sound. Every year when winter begins to wane, I awai...

For the past 10 years, you’ve welcomed me into your home. Over steaming mugs of coffee and hot cups of tea, I’ve shared stories about plants...

Driving home through the small town of Oakland on my way back from Winter Garden, I spotted this American Bald Eagle perched on top of the O...

I was driving home from Orlando listening to NPR but the news, as it often is of late, was too depressing. So I turned off the radio and s...

I hadn't had a chance to go for a pre-sunrise morning row for several days but this morning I got up in time, the lake was calm and it w...

The other day, while Ralph was working on a landscaping project, I drove over to the Mary McLeod Bethune Beach Park, a six-acre strip of lan...

I’m writing this column on the night of the full moon. If I look out the window or step into the open air, I can gaze upon the same glowing ...

Birds come, and birds go from our lakeside property. When a specific species arrives, it might stay for several days, weeks or even months...

It is already the second week in January, yet quite a few brown sycamore leaves remain stubbornly attached to branches. Don’t they know autu...