I hope the bear is keeping an eye on her mother on the mountain. We’re all like family.
Wild Child Blooms
What Kind of a World is This?
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 […]
My Tomatoes Get a New Home
We are all celebrating. And that’s why posts have been short this past month!
Every Nectarine is Chosen by Hand and Eye
Every single one. Note the pruning cuts to separate the fruits from sharp angles, where they will be trapped and rot, and the edges of the twigs tipped to help the tree […]
Quince Doesn’t Mind the Cold
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 […]
Colourful Spring in the North Okanagan
The wet season is at its peak! Who needs wildflowers when we have leaves, eh.
The (Post) Colonial Landscape
These plants have gone wild from a garden above them. Not one is native here. They are native to Eastern North America. To survive in its illusion of seasons, White culture requires […]
Icelandic Poppy in Paradise
There are no bees in Iceland, to lie on their backs and tickle them with their feet. Glad to help.
Big Payback for Feeding Winter’s Birds
They leave a little grain behind … … and till it in with their digging, and it grows among the flowers.
Suburban Body Painting
Every house is a representation of a human body… … including social representations of that body … … and its cognitive sense of itself, inviolate in otherwise empty and invisible space… So, […]
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