Costa Rica, dia uno
At long last, after years of thinking about it, we've arrived! One night in Santo Domingo just north of San Jose at the Hotel Bougainvillea with 8 acres of gardens featuring native plants.
Read MoreEnjoying the Early Bird Special
I admit, my view of southern Florida was narrow. As some might expect New Yorkers to be rude and unfriendly (a common misconception), I was expecting southern Florida to be filled with golf courses, strip malls, and seniors high-tailing it to the oft mentioned early-bird dinners starting at 3pm.
Read MoreFirsts of the Year
Looking over the past year, I realize it's been one filled with firsts. My first Humpback Whale sighting, off the coast of Long Beach, Long Island no less, and a testament to our area's cleaner waters.
Read MoreSalt Flats to Mountain Tops
Light on words, heavy on images for this post. Some snaps from our recent trip to Utah - 5 days spent within 2 hours of Salt Lake City. Stunning place with such diverse landscapes, flora and fauna!
Read MoreDuck Soup
To know me is to know I love nature, particularly birds, and especially ducks. Of all our dabblers and divers, my favorite remains the very common Mallard. Few things bring me as much joy and peace as watching the birds we grew up toddling after at a local duck pond. So you can imagine my bliss when we spotted 10 freshly-hatched ducklings at my wonderful workplace, Queens Botanical Garden.
Read MoreSalt Marsh Safari
While it may not be as exotic as an outback excursion to Kenya or similar far-off land, the salt marsh is an ecosystem just as robust.
Read MoreThe Undiscovered Country
Like a planet in a faraway galaxy, my most local wildlife area was essentially light years away. I can see Willow Lake, part of Flushing Meadows-Corona Park, from my apartment window.
Read MoreUp a Creek
River, lake, estuary, fjord – these conjure majestic, pristine waterways. But I have a particular affection for the lowly creek. Like the black sheep of the family, the creek is not savored or preserved. It’s usually the place to dump things, and the place you don’t want to live near.
Read MoreGarden Companions
I was being watched. Every move I made, he was there. But I wasn’t worried – my harmless voyeur was an American Robin.
Read MoreLife on the Farm
I received my first diary for Christmas when I was eight. Writing was never a bother, but I never took to the practice of recording the happenings of each day despite my good intentions. Now I'm trying to change my ways by keeping a diary for the sake of my garden, to have an annual record of planting dates, vegetable yields, chores, and other such minutiae.
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