isabelleeverichard

I think the person who named Narcissus had a jealous bone to pick. Would you look at Daffodil and think, "golly, that's a vain flower"? In the myth, Narcissus was a man of extreme beauty. A prophecy was foretold of him. He would live a long life should he never recognize himself. Legend has it that after rejecting more than one beautiful nymph, he finds his reflection in a pool of water and falls madly in love with himself. He then dies of his own vanity and a daffodil grows in his place. I...

There's something springy about February. Technically, it's cold and wintry... But still. In February, a couple spring-cleaning frenzies make their appearance and that seems as good a predictor of spring as PMS before a period. Crocus is a daring bulb. It takes the frost in stride. It's often purple or buttercup yellow. Purple speaks of royalty. Crocus purple makes me think of a king's robe, and somehow that spells dignified. Gold catches itself singing Joy To The World in the backyard and is...

The forest floor these days is all Fern and Salal it seems. That, and Berberis Aquifolium, which for the sake of simplicity, I will from now on refer to as Berberis. My mom and I visited the Butchart Gardens this morning. It's a magical place any time of year. Frankly it looks empty at the moment. Its starkness serves to reveal its structure. And Butchart has good bones. The forest is the same these days, only wilder. Berberis made itself known to me in the barren season. It's a fun looking...