When the wind is a bee. Filbert catkins, waiting for the wind. When a bee is the wind. Well, a wasp, but what a tiny beauty with her fur stole! […]
You’d have a good time, I’m sure. It would draw thoughts away from Winter-Is-A-Catastrophe and Global-Warming-Is-Ruining-Things-This-Month-Alone. And that’s a good thing. Oh, and Birds. They look like flowers up there, don’t […]
Clematis grows wilds in the creek beds and river banks around here, as long as the native alders, brown birches, and cottonwoods are not disturbed. After all, a vine like this needs […]
Flowers are lovely. Creatures come to settle in. The flower calls, and the world answers. It’s the same with the stalk. Those seeds aren’t going to be spread on their own! It’s […]
We had an inspiring discussion in Kelowna the other night. https://okanaganokanogan.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=35870&action=edit One of the things that came out of it was a conversation on the work being done to bring back the […]
Worm your way into the heart of a calendula, that’s the ticket. Don’t be shy. Apparently, it’s now a thing.
Drought makes it easier for birds. They need the help. Sucks for stink bugs and lilacs-planted-in-the-wrong-place, though.
The rattles of summer! Westron Wind, when wilt thou blow, the small rain down can rain.
The queen of the hill, that’s who. Look at her blending in!
If you want to find beetles, give them a soft bed, the complementary shape to a beetle, and wait. They will come, because they made you that way.