Stkcxwiɬp beings are so much sky creatures … stkcxwiɬp, or “Red Willow” in Priest Valley …that they are only holding onto the earth so their roots can breathe the sky within it, […]
Creatures of the Sky and Creatures of the Wind
Whose Apples Are They Anyway?
In Canada, the apple’s desire to attract animals is put behind fences. Should any animal get in other than a human, it is killed. The law allows for this. The apple, however, […]
Where Do Cherries Come From?
Cherries come from trees is a simple answer, and blossoms a bit more exact, but look: You’re looking at blossoms erupting from the intersection between last year’s wood and the wood of […]
The Pointlessness of Herbicides, or For the Love of Laziness
Herbicides are drugs for the mind. Here’s what a family down the road has done to give themselves a fix, and to take care of the Earth’s pesky problem of being alive […]
Another Tree Triumph at Splatsin
This old apple tree was chopped back to stubs something around ten years ago, and then let grow out. When I came to her, she was so dense you couldn’t see through […]
How to Turn the Okanagan Into a Desert
I thought at first this bunchgrass was in such beautiful shape this spring because of a winter of voles fertilizing it while nesting in its thatch. Then I realized that it hasn’t […]
My Victory Garden
Last year, I realized that water was going to become precious, and expensive, and become a privileged product serving the real estate and tourism industry. To combat that, I’ve started harvesting rain, […]
Green, Green, the Herbs are Green!
I went to the garden to flavour my potatoes for dinner, and what did I find? Aha: A Quick Harvest While the Pot Boiled Top: Welsh Onions Bottom: Garlic Chives From left […]
Pruning Fun at Splatsin, or Keeping Safe
Ah, such fun. Here are Edna’s cherry trees at Splatsin, pruned so she can reach the fruit without a family giraffe. Sometimes, that’s what food sustainability means most of all. And her […]
Making Slow Apple Pies at Splatsin
At Splatsin, there are some apple trees that have been let go as a generation aged. I offered to help, and was, generously, trusted. Here’s what I think might be a Gravenstein […]
