Sinking Creek

The layered boulders along this small stream looked like secret stairs. Perhaps they are s grand spiral stairway for salamanders. I didn’t […]

Winter has waged war in my yard this year, alternating between bitter cold and unseasonable warmth. Advancing and retreating, often in the […]

I am named for my father’s sister, Ruth Happel Smiley, who for most of her life worked on the gardens at Mohonk […]

This water drop reflects me and the red spikes of this decorative grass dangling like an ornament from its flower spire.