When “nature” is a collection of weeds, one might think that colonialism was complete and that we are living in the end times. Weeds, smoke mixed into the winter fog, the morning […]
Sandbar in the Sky
Vernon Creek does a fine job. Look how it builds a sheltering space for waterfowl, out in the sky. Isn’t that great! The creature of the air that makes a home on […]
Pines and Humans are One
The ponderosa pines are our older sisters. They came onto this land after we did, which means they entered our awareness both old and new. Look at them watching out over the […]
Ponderosa Pine is Beautiful Even in Illness
Ponderosa is pretty beautiful Even when she is sick, she still has spirit. Even when it’s really not the best day for her. Sickness isn’t the end of renewal. Or […]
Two Kinds of Winter Gardens in the Okanagan
Human Garden: Beaver Garden: Both are acts of memory and gestures of hope. But very different!
Forget the Weather Report, It’s Gardening Time
Just a little gardening report from the Okanagan. Brussels sprouts hanging in there. Quite well, really. Parsley looking good. Wow, it never looked so good! Spring onions? Nice. Hawthorn whistling for the […]
A Morning at the Lake: the Wisdom of Geese
Just, like, hanging out at the lake, checking out the hoarfrost, but what’s this? First, the geese left in the fog. Bye, you crazy lot! And then the gulls got worked up. […]
When Trees are Weeds: Truth and Reconciliation from the Ground Up
Yesterday I started a meditation on classicism, and how the cultures within Canada have some choices, given German experience with the power, failure and abuse of classical models as a means of […]
Law and Order in Germany and Canada: Classical Culture Part 1
Classical culture, eh. The founding myths of a country. Every country needs one. Germany’s experience with finding one (well, several, over time)( has great relevance to Canada today (and given the American […]
Eating the Night Wind
If you like eating the land, this ever-changing weather gives you a new pleasure these days: a chance to eat the night wind. Here at the northern range of Columbia Hawthorn […]
