Deer pace the hills like leopards in a cage. Eventually, they will bring the mountain down. This is above sx̌ʷəx̌ʷnitkʷ, the ancient salmon fishery on the Okanagan River. It’s not just the salmon […]
Peaches are scrubby little bushes from the Gobi Desert, that live to be fifteen years old, more or less, before they succumb to their many fragilities. Here’s one I’ve been caring for […]
Perhaps this is why she moved north long before peach and apricot, apple and pear, or maybe the monks who carried her along were big on thorns, blood and blooms. Symbolism can […]
… is an apricot blossom. Look at the invisible sun cupped within those petals! Too bad it was opium traders who brought them to England from China and sold them as “fruit” […]
She’s a lovely one, Apricot. She lures me. I have a body that is eager to be lured. The blossoms are so pretty and smell so sweet. Finding fruit, and caring for it, is […]
It’s not just about the flowers. Buds hold their secrets, too. Love your local apricot today!
After forty-five years, a change of flavour! It was the only sunny day forecast for a week, so today was the day. Up at dawn, and a two hour drive, to be […]
In 1847, it was the Cayuse on the ridgeline, with the lightning flaring from their appaloosa’s eyes and their water monsters painted on their bodies, and early American settlers on the flats […]
In my country, the rivers are born in the mountains. Here is born the Missouri, the Columbia, the Fraser and all their ancestors and all their daughters. This particular mother is the Cascades: a […]
How do we save the planet? By planting rocks in our gardens to “prevent global warming?” Isn’t that murder? Or by planting rhubarb? The second garden is mine, across the road from […]
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