Bouquet

I was sitting at home not feeling well, so John brought me a wonderful, strange bouquet – a couple tiger lilies, three pink carnations, two small sunflowers, a dozen yellow daisies, and five miniature orange roses. In my woozy state, I watched the colors whirl together, and I remembered science class in some elementary grade…

Gardens at Casa Loma: Toronto

The September gardens are lusty with oranges and reds, the burning bush, the amur maple. There—the brilliant yellow of the Katsura tree. Hydrangea tall as a man—blue, purple, white. Behind me, swaths of boltonia floating like a veil on deep green foliage. Asters, berries, mums. Great grasses everywhere—striped and spotted. I am lost on the…

Honeysuckle

We’re careful to confine the twining vines to the corner of the side deck. “Better go cut back that honeysuckle,” John will say one day in the fall when he’s looking for a little something to do. Come spring, the cascade of blossoms spilling over the railing is a wonder, sweet and generous in spite…