History is the study of what has happened in the past. But what if the Big Sage below, weighted with snow, were history instead? There comes a point where the inner heat […]
Look at this stag horn sumac, hairy as all get out… hairy through the winter to reflect the winter sun and prevent scald and drying out … …and hairy in the […]
Big sage does her thing in the winter. It would be wrong, though, to call her a survivor.She makes stuff happen here. She provides shelter for flies in mid-January. The flare out […]
She doesn’t know spring, summer or fall, drought or rain. She just knows the flow within twigs. Her connection with the earth is that sure and self-contained.
Here’s a healthy stand of bunchgrass, which I showed you a couple days ago. As I mentioned, the Okanagan Valley of the North Eastern Pacific Rim probably looked like this 200 years […]
Look how simple these high European landscapes are, how swept by the sea, how chewed by cows, how much the earth has been given over to the sky. Now, compare with the […]
The european fern meets the Plateau sage. They enter the cold together. One holds below the ground. One holds in the sky. To both, the cold is nothing. As you can see, […]
If you were a sage bush, you would think of ideas coming in groups of three. Lots of groups of three. In fact, you wouldn’t even notice you were doing that.
If he’s breathing fire, it’s sure green. Here’s a closer look. Very cool!
Sagebrush. It loves the heat and it looks so grey, right. It loves the cold and it looks so grey, so very grey. But it has a secret. It’s really saturated with […]