Green zebra tomatoes are my friends. They taste like a cucumber-tomato salad, no cucumbers necessary. Slice them up on a plate and they look like cucumbers. Beautiful. Green Zebra Tomatoes Getting Ready […]
Green Zebra!
Bad Cows
Yesterday, native species and fire. Today, imported species and fire. And shame. First, California Quail. Brought here so that men can go out hunting. Men hunt moose now, up north, so the […]
Black Krim Tomato
Welcome to the Black Krim tomato. Think of it as self-marinating. Put that bottle of balsamic vinegar away. That stuff was invented to make Best Boy tomatoes taste like Black Krims. Black […]
Six Month Tomato Salad
Six months ago, I dreamed of a salad. I planted pink, yellow, red, RED, orange, black, brown, roma, cherry, and green tomatoes, and, oh my. Here is the salad almost in its […]
Writing on Rock
Writing about the culture that has come out of aboriginal-settler relationships in what is sometimes called the Late West, is a bit like peeling a layer off an onion, and there’s another […]
Wild Orchards and Fenced Orchards
Like a pack of young red-tailed hawks circling over and over above a subdivision full of cats and mice, house finches, California Quail and small dogs, I’ve been worrying an idea: it’s […]
Global Cooling Part 4: Waste Water Wasted
To conclude some thoughts about global warming being the process of human cultural estrangement from water, these words today. They began here, then flowed here and here, with a stopover here, in […]
Water, Wealth, and Poverty
Here’s what water looks like up in the hills: Wild Saskatoons in Full Fruit, Scotch Creek, Washington Saskatoons were once a major human food source in this area. Notice how the fruit […]
Global Cooling Part 2
Before I left for the last two weeks of travels through the deserts, mountains, and beaches of Washington, I began a discussion on global warming, which centred on water use in dryland […]
Farming Crime
I’d like to briefly continue the discussion about the agricultural legacy of the story of Father Charles Pandosy in the Okanagan Valley. The story started with a discussion of his white-washed métis culture. […]
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