
Garlic says hello. First Inchelium Red. The Columbia River’s own. She says hello. So does my Russian Red. And so does my China White and, in the foreground, my young Bella Vista […]
Garlic says hello. First Inchelium Red. The Columbia River’s own. She says hello. So does my Russian Red. And so does my China White and, in the foreground, my young Bella Vista […]
Cherries, too. It is a lesson in ending anthropological thinking. What would our valleys look like if we grew fruit for the birds, and then, rather than harvesting it for fruit or […]
In the cold of space… … plants that tower above humans and those that hug the ground… … hardly differ. What’s more, in the cold of space, air pushes water to freeze […]