More important as a food crop than the pretty yellow bell lily … …is desert parsley. She’s cream-coloured… … with short flower stalks, or tall ones… … or purple, when still half-closed… […]
Climate, Wild Harvest and Human Life as Environments
The First Petal of the First Blossom of the Sun
It’s a good day for arrow-leafed balsam roots. They have come fast (in two days). If you hurry, there’s still time for some fine steamed sprouts. Their menthol flavour is not yet […]
Rising With the Trees
On the grasslands of the Similkameen, where the mountains are the sky, one forgets, at times, to pay attention to distance, but here is a reminder. Notice the remnants of a lakebed […]
Waiting for the Fire in Lake Country
So, here’s the deer, porcupine, snake and coyote trail going up the hill. The bear likes to stay down in the gully to the left. That’s a siya? bush, fruitful with berries […]
What is Medicine? What Isn’t?
In Western culture, artistically-prepared, purified products are medicine. They are designed to correct a deficiency or combat an invasion to the body’s temple. The natural state of this temple is one of […]
Sagebrush Buttercup’s Wisdom
It’s time for sagebrush buttercup. Look at her bloom, even though she started in November and got blasted by the deep cold of February. Sagebrush Buttercup with a precious ball of deer […]
The Exquisite Choreography of Natural Intelligence
Ah, the patterns of the snow and water in the grass as they blow around in the winds of the sun. Exquisite! The view south down the Similkameen But there’s something else […]
The Harvest Begins, With Desert Parsley (and a very fine rock)
The desert parsley is up in the Similkameen. This is on the south-facing side of a gulley. The north side was still covered in snow, so perhaps three days before this slope […]
Siya? the Food Chief
On the edge of the water, in unseasonable heat, with the attention that comes from living on her own terms, Siya? the food chief neither watches nor endures but waits within the […]
Why We Need An Atmosphere
We could look at the world from within the world. There are the scales, or shells, of willows, that open into the light, but there is also the space they open into. […]
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