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On a hill at Green-Wood Cemetery is a monument dedicated to the 148,000 New York soldiers enlisted in the Revolutionary War. Often, when I w...

I think this was the best moment in May. A surfeit of roses. That doesn't happen often. I picked as many as I could and stuffed them int...

On the Vernal Equinox I walked in Green-Wood Cemetery under a high, racing sky and patchy cloud. In an early-blooming cherry, some house fin...

Here's a quick round-up of some seasonally appealing Gardenista pieces I have written. Follow the links to read:  First up, Forest Todd...

Austere, like the flavor of autumn olives. Clear, tart, enough sweetness to keep your attention. But definitely autumn. _____________ daily ...

  The water comes up, and then it goes down, and then it does it again. This is high tide, and we perched on the edge to picnic. But at low ...

Is one morally bound to discuss acts of war, if one is a(war)e of them, while walking in the autumn woods of a Maine shoreline, Downeast? Di...