In the spring fog, the bunchgrass reveals its technological secrets. It catches water from the air, which is pretty beautiful, for sure. Lots of water, too. If you walk through this stuff, […]
I live in an exotic landscape on a planet whirling through solar space, in which every greenhouse has a heating system pointed straight at the sun, to melt water and get things […]
We had an inspiring discussion in Kelowna the other night. https://okanaganokanogan.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=35870&action=edit One of the things that came out of it was a conversation on the work being done to bring back the […]
Ah, the ripening grass of Autumn. Yes, but this winter will be a hunger winter. Most awns and glumes are empty of seed. They look find, but the vast majority are empty. […]
This is water. It is called Okanagan Lake. In Icelandic, where indigenous European language survives, it is a vatn, specifically a space of free water. Of that, it is a special form, […]
The blue bunch wheatgrass of the West, the signature grass of the Intermontane Grasslands, the beautiful one herself, stands straight and tall, until her seeds grow heavy and weigh her down, but […]
If you see something darker, chances are it doesn’t belong. Even that alfalfa in the back is being a little garish, isn’t it!
She lives in the sky. Daughter of the earth. Born of the wind. Flowering one. Weaver. Maker of needlepoint. With skeins of light, all atangle. Spirited one. Everchanging. At one with the […]
