Abiding Love

Johann Gottlieb Fichte, inventor of the personal identity that, stolen by the romantics and rewired like Frankenstein you are making use of to browse through these words, said this:

That’s how it is. Love, that is actually love and not simply a passing fancy, never tethers itself to what is past but wakes to, is inflamed by and comes to rest only in the eternal.

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Can you imagine saying that in public today? It was revolutionary in the late 18th century. It is still revolutionary. This is revolutionary:

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That’s what eternity looks like. That, said Fichte, is the point by which we should measure our love: not what those yellow-bellied marmots were up to last year, so it can be repeated, but what they are going to be up to 100 years from now. The time between is eternity.

Replanting the Old Growth Forests of the Okanagan

This is a reclaimed grassland, seeded to reinforce a pile of dirt pushed together to build a house on. All very environmentally sensitive and respectful.P1040884

This is what it looks like when you stand below, peering up to where the bulldozer levelled it off for a lake view.

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And here, also at dusk, is what the grassland looked like before being bulldozed and reseeded:

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You don’t grow an old growth forest in a decade.

In Praise of Great Basin Giant Rye Grass

It would be beautiful if we taught the children of the Okanagan and the Okanogan that in our country grass doesn’t compost and make food for worms. Actually, this is a story that stretches from California to the Boreal Forest, in the channel of fire between the mountains. Look.
P1050036That’s Great Basin Wild Rye, three years of it, perhaps four, standing tall. No composting. No humus. No soil building from the leaves. No worms. None of that. Those things come from Europe. They don’t know what to do with a grass that lives in the sky.

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They only fall when you, or someone with four legs or two wings, rustles through them. The concept of years, or the cycle of the seasons, is nonsense in the vicinity of Giant Rye Grass. We should tell the kids.

Environmentally Friendly House Trends in the Okanagan: Your Choice

Single Family Detached House.
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Lots of room to play your own music.

Multi-story Condominium.

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Best to keep the music down and enjoy the company.

It’s your choice.

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Top: Red Wing Blackbird, BX Trail
Bottom: BX Great Blue Heron Rookery

Daughter of Fire

She lives in the sky.P1030714 Daughter of the earth.

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Flowering one.

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Maker of needlepoint.P1030902

With skeins of light, all atangle.P1030905

Spirited one.P1030912 Everchanging. P1030938 P1030961 P1030975 P1030999

At one with the water. P1040048

And with shadow.P1040057

Light whisperer. P1040065

Wind talker.P1040072

She is blue-bunch wheatgrass.P1040075

Ancient daughter of fire.

 

Calliope Back at the Old Stand

calliopeEvery day, all day, he keeps watch. We have a winery that calls its shtoof and burble Calliope, but forget that. The thing to remember about him (and his magenta neck ruff, which he will fly up high and display, with wings outstretched) is that he is not a Canadian bird, or an Okanagan bird or any other thing like that. He is one of the old ones and he’s as small as a dwarf shrew, and that’s small. We’re in his way. Well, unless we plant a rowan. He likes them.