Like the colour from the setting sun on setting grass, the intervals of growth in the grass comes from a balance between earth and sun and time. It’s beautiful stuff. The names […]
Up the hill we go. Butterflies in the mock orange. How nice! CRASH! CRACK! BANG! A scurry of activity. One second later: Then everyone is calm again. Now it’s time to hunker […]
I have learned this week what I already knew but had no words for. I am not the gardener in this land, but the garden that the land makes. Needle-and-thread grass makes […]
Dead trees contain as much power in the grasslands as live ones. They are a map not drawn to depict space.
Winter sleep is gone. Fresh air and eyes on the horizon is now! The light begins.
Every yellow clover waits for five minutes as a star of birds. When the birds leave, it leaves with them now.
Note, how the land folds 15 centimetres of snow inside itself. Note how the pale colours created by the sun in summer amplify it in the winter. Well, if you can even […]
Look at the wonder that is bunchgrass. In this country in which snow falls and soon evaporates into the air, the amount of water a plant can keep from either flowing away […]
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 […]