High above Kalamalka Lake, it is gathering time. Biscuit Root In this old garden of sacred stone (I found an elderly Syilx couple sitting in their car, staring at this, reading […]
High above Kalamalka Lake, it is gathering time. Biscuit Root In this old garden of sacred stone (I found an elderly Syilx couple sitting in their car, staring at this, reading […]
Remember the rowans of January? Well, it’s not like that now! Remember the rowans of St. Brigid’s feast day? Things have changed around this place. The rowans are uncurling. […]
We have been on a journey together for three-and-a-half years. In that time, I finished up this blog as a book (twice!), but then I was reading up on a lynching in Conconully, Washington […]
Note the grove of firs in the background here, between the Sinlahekin and Okanogan valleys (well, stories) of Washington. If you walk one way, they are the bristly children a toad is carrying […]
Last night, the frost stayed away on this spring-two-weeks-too soon. The apricots are waiting for bees that are too cold to fly. Thanks, everyone, for your prayers. Tonight, though, is April 1, and […]
In this early spring, please say a prayer for all the apricot trees alone in the cold tonight. Thank you.
Like all sunflowers, balsam roots bloom in rings, from the outside in, like this. Here’s a bumblebee showing her technique for working this kind of flower. Here’s the brown bee […]
The ravens make a point of flying overhead and saying “Kalook!”, the flickers make a point of keeping me in sight, as they flit from tree to tree up the slope and […]
Weaver Ant Hill. Danger of death by nibbling. Hanford Nuclear Reservation. Extreme warning: sturgeon fishermen. Highway 97. Splat. Bonneville Dam. Too many hooks.Black Hole. Too scary.Chinese Elm Flowers. Danger of tangling the […]
If the earth were flat, she would be half as much fun. The grassy slope would always have the same orientation to the sun, for one thing. With a tilted earth, sometimes […]