Billions are spent to send men to the moon. Now the talk is of Mars. Telescopes are trained on space to find distant planets, orbiting distant stars, that are capable of sustaining […]
Surely This is the Life!
Bees 3: Artisanal Farming on Bare Rock
Sometimes answers come. I was thinking, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, like (Well, like a bee, by the sounds of it.) Like this. • Plants are creatures of the air. (Check.) • Plants need […]
Neon Green Bee 2: Wild Interface
A few days ago, I found a neon green bee up in the hills. Yesterday, I found a different species of these beauties. Here’s her story… Ditch Flowers A splash of blue mid-day, […]
Don’t Pull Out That Weed!
So, you’ve seen that darn thing growing in the gravel along the road, and you’re thinking, hmm, gotta clean this place up, what will the neighbours think? Stop! Have a cold drink […]
Why Did the Snake Cross the Road?
Answer: to get cool in the remains of yesterday’s rain! Bull Snake on a Hot Afternoon, Chilling Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yeah, but this is a tractor road linking two sections of a vineyard, and […]
Ripping Out the Landscape Cloth for My Sisters
The ladies are on the ridge line. Not behind the ridge line. On the ridge line. See? And the gentlemen are down in the sagebrush, far below. Like this… I tell you, these guys […]
Why Did the Turtle Cross the Road?
I met a beautiful person yesterday evening, in the north part of town. Here is half of her habitat in an unreasonably wet year … BX Creek just south of Swan Lake […]
Grafting: Slow Brewing a Bottle of True Apple Cider
Sometimes, the long view is best. Thinking it would be great to knock back a cold bottle of apple cider five years from now, I’ve laid the foundation for it. If you’ve […]
The Importance of Colour
Oh, the ironies. A girl spends thousands of generations evolving the capacity to change colour to match the shades of individual grassland flowers, and then? Well, they die, and weeds take their […]
Needle-and-Thread Grass
Today, just a little love song for needle-and-thread grass, a grass so thin that it nearly vanishes when the light burns through it. Not for needle-and-thread grass a story of the wind. […]
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