Alfalfa flowers make exquisite salad, with a bright green flavour drenched in honey. Let us just give a little leeway to our fellow diners! There’s enough to share.
A Bee in the, um, Lettuce
What the Raven of the Marble Mountains Knows
The eye gives the illusion of bringing distance close, but the raven knows more. Bushwhacking ingrown grasslands gets you nowhere fast. If you had to survive off this land, really survive, you’d light a […]
The Leaf People and the Stem People
Stem People on the left: Ants: the great climbers and farmers. Aphids: their herds. Leaf People on the right: Leaf Miners: the great wanderers, mapmakers and historians of what is passed but […]
Little Green Guys Everywhere You Look, or 10,000,000 Years of Grass
It’s beautiful to imagine that one is grass, sprouting everywhere out of the earth, living in the wind and casting and receiving pollen in the wind pouring in from the distant sea. […]
June: Deep Autumn in the Grasslands
On open hills in the grassland, it is Autumn now. At the bottom of the slopes where water collects among cattails and wild lettuce, too. In a couple weeks will come the […]
Please, Please, Please Don’t Plant That Lavender!
If you plant that lavender, the crab spiders will have nowhere to go, and they are the wolves of this ecosystem. Removing the top predator from a chain, in this case a […]
We Are All Dressing in Our Finery Now and Waiting for the Feast
We are all just waiting now … … waiting… waiting…waiting… …turning around and waiting some more …… OK, sure, maybe getting a little impatient … … and thin … … maybe a […]
Grey Dress, Silver Cape and Very Cool Shades: Dressing for the Summer Sun
I want eyes like that.
No Mulch or Tillage on This Soil, Please
A living skin, however, is what the climate of the grasslands east of the coastal stratovolcanoes calls for. Anything else is quite the ongoing struggle. Whew. Save your back, eh!
On the Shore of the Marble River
The river flowed through the ice 12,000 years ago, and left these sinuous eskers as a bed. And the trees still flow through the ice boundary in a late spring morning. Glorious!
