Two days ago, I suggested that the former grassland hillsides of the Okanagan Valley (now large, private expanses of unproductive and water-wasting weeds), an area at least equal to the 100s of […]
The Snow Buckwheat Country: All at Once The Grass Country: One… …by… …one. It’s not indigenous if it isn’t expressing the energies of the land. The energies are there for all to […]
It’s your choice: a bounty better than spinach, or drought. Same rainfall, same soil, same sun, same day, same hour, same tongue, same thirst.
Maybe we should stop copying the cultural appropriation of old celtic technology, eh, and get real. Pesticides, Vineyards and Tourists on the Rhine Sometimes it’s hard to keep laughing. Just a thought.
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 […]
Sure, the snow was here two days ago, but, pshaw. It’s salad time. Some desert parsley, maybe? Or some balsam root shoots, when they’re tender and sweet, before they get their throat lozenge […]
I just thought you ought to know.The sagebrush buttercups are here. Snow, you scare no one no more. Not the prickly pears. Not the moss. Not the grass. The sun is back.
Beurre D’Anjou Pear Tree in Healing Mode In pre-scientific knowledge, these vertical shoots, the result of aggressive and wrong-headed pruning, are known as “water sprouts”. The old knowledge says it well. The […]
Just look at this Great Basin Giant Wild Rye in the late November sun. It’s growing up the hill from my house, in land set aside for new houses. Actually, it was […]
Two years ago, a mama bear taught her cub how to find grubs at Big Bar Lake, by knocking the cap off this old tree carcass. This year, as a two-year-old kicked […]
