It was autumn in the garden and all the grim stuff that happens as winter sets in — death, rot, shrivel and retreat — made for a thing of beauty. Read more.
By Barbara Falconer Newhall Is ours a strictly mathematical universe? Are those stems, leaves and buds pushing up out of the dirt in our front yard no more real than so much digital code, a string of fibonacci numbers? A recent NOVA segment, “The Great Math Mystery,” suggests that maybe that outrageously purple columbine blossom bobbing in a
Lots of rain and lots of purple in our garden this year. Purple nemesia, purple iris, purple pansies. What gives? Is this a Purple Rain message from the spirit world? Read more.