All posts by Elisabeth Henry Macari

Autumn comes to the Catskills

Autumn comes to the Catskills

It’s a flirtation of wild asters and jewelweed and bawdy goldenrod. The sky is as blue as the Madonna’s robe and the sun is hot, but wake up early the next morning, and dew has dampened that tablecloth you left on the patio table. The cicadas still thrum in late afternoon, but you notice the songbirds are silent. Silent and gone.

Lee Reich’s new gardening book is another keeper

Lee Reich’s new gardening book is another keeper

Reich is highly regarded as a national expert, but even more exciting is the fact that he’s a local! He knows our pain. How can we trust an expert from New Jersey, or worse, someone from California (who is probably just a surfer) with our delicate apple blossoms? We can not.

Deus ex machina

Elisabeth Henry comes to terms with big machines   The spring was already there, bubbling over rocks to a small