In 1847, it was the Cayuse on the ridgeline, with the lightning flaring from their appaloosa’s eyes and their water monsters painted on their bodies, and early American settlers on the flats […]
Water is life.
In 1847, it was the Cayuse on the ridgeline, with the lightning flaring from their appaloosa’s eyes and their water monsters painted on their bodies, and early American settlers on the flats […]
How do we save the planet? By planting rocks in our gardens to “prevent global warming?” Isn’t that murder? Or by planting rhubarb? The second garden is mine, across the road from […]
How do we save the planet? By planting rocks in our gardens to “prevent global warming?” Isn’t that murder? Or by planting rhubarb? The second garden is mine, across the road from […]
Some things are sobering. Here’s a cold frame (a glassed-in seedbed, for early growing) from 1978, updated for the new Okanagan in the age of vineyardization. Before 1978, this was an orchard, […]
Here in the depressurized zone east of the Coast Mountains, they will soon be absorbed back into the air. They have only alighted for a moment on these cottonwoods, like birds.
It is commonly said that water reflects light. It’s a great observation. However, water also gives light a place to reveal itself. That is an older observation, but no less lucid. During […]
Every red osier dogwood is a placenta. It streams with blood into the sky … … or it catches the sky, and brings it to you. Traditionally in this country it was […]
Road shoulders are for living. Watch where you park that Ford!
Even in the Okanagan Valley, it dawns water, not light. Rattlesnake Island and Squally Point, looking south. That’s what these deep troughs are for.
Rain falls on humans, but to fish it sets the surface of the world into speech. But doesn’t it do the same to humans? Rain makes us us. ~ Penticton Japanese Garden