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Here we are in a community garden in Stein am Rhein, Switzerland, an old roman fortress, and before that a 4000-year-old settlement where Lake Constance becomes the Rhine. A shaded picnic bench […]
This is not indigenous land. This is one of the main spiritual centres of my country, the Similkameen Valley. To call it indigenous, or native, land, is to adopt the words that […]
I hope the bear is keeping an eye on her mother on the mountain. We’re all like family.
My neighbours above eat sour weeds because of racism in Canada, which created weedlands for them at the same time it created Indian reserves for their people. Right now, the country’s writing […]
A native plant that returns disturbed soil to its natural state and makes most excellent summer-in-a-bottle for those winter days is called a weed? Dandelion and Peach Forever Really, we should be […]
The first people of spring are the first people of the winter to come. Welcome back! December’s pasta sauce in her first, peppery blush.
We are all celebrating. And that’s why posts have been short this past month!
Here where the glaciers ground each other to a halt and ate down into the earth instead, the Apex volcanic complex meets the North Cascades. After so many millions of years, they’re […]
Here’s my Spigold opening up last week. Note how the sun drew the leaves out quickly, but the flowers take their time, drawn out more slowly by the heat their fur traps […]
A male and three female American goldfinches stopped by the other day. The females had a go at the red orach, this lovely salad amaranth. But who am I to complain? They […]
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