Darkness is not to be feared. It can give us strength. In Akureyri, the Troll’s Cat honours the passing of the world through darkness into light as much as the Christmas tree […]
The World Tree Takes Two Forms on Solstice Night
Clematis is Never Lost
Being lost is the state of not knowing where you are. It is also the state of not being found. The Brown Birch Trail at Big Bar Lake Wild clematis doesn’t worry […]
Bees of the Earth, Flowers of the Air
The double-flowered plum my father planted to give away to friends has found a home here, while he has gone to sea forever. After two years, she has a visitor! I like […]
Yellow Bells Arrive
Once an important food crop, yellow bells are now rare, yet continue to mark the exchange of water and heat in the soil and to mark what is still possible for renewal […]
Towards an Indigenous Agriculture: Land Reform for British Columbia (and beyond)
Yesterday, I showed how an aspen copse … … could be used as both a living and an agricultural space by farming both its edges and its shade. Here’s that post. Today, I’d […]
Solar Tides
Morning Glory in the morning. Morning Glory in the evening. A Plant Doesn’t Have to Be Edible to Be Useful! If you plant morning glory (or let the weeds grow, as these […]
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 […]
Not Just Another Pretty Face
A lovely day for bumble bees. The beauty hangout today is the vetch on the hill. Pretty nice for an escapee from a hay bale! And of course, the queen of the […]
Every Nectarine Begins in Hope and Beauty
Farmers, a practical lot, are known to choose to plant nectarines because they have prettier petals than peaches, like the red haven below. I think the nectarines are choosing us.
Joy in the Week of Bees and Wind
When the wind is a bee. Filbert catkins, waiting for the wind. When a bee is the wind. Well, a wasp, but what a tiny beauty with her fur stole! […]
