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 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.
The earth is a rotary engine. Pinegrass and Interior Douglas Fir Its electrodes are alive. Great Basin Giant Rye Here are the batteries. Siya? Let’s live. Cat Mint Let’s risk that.
Isn’t it fine to climb out of the sedges of the wetlands … … and the bunchgrasses of the drylands just above them… … into the pine grass high up …. … […]
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!
Lake, right? Big lake, big fun! Pshaw. 150 metres above that lake. Rocks! Not just any rocks, either. Lake rocks, river rocks, and rocks that have fallen off a cliff, all together. […]
Rock (and marmots)… … rock and water … …the thing that makes them similar is you. Here, the same signature shows up again, in an old gold mine in Conconully. Fascinating, isn’t […]
It would be beautiful if we taught the children of the Okanagan and the Okanogan that in our country grass doesn’t compost and make food for worms. Actually, this is a story […]
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 […]
It’s Beetle Time!
Human spring. Bella Vista Spring. Human spring. Bumblebee Spring. Human Spring. Coyote’s Front Yard Spring. Human Spring. Okanagan Lake Spring. Dynamite Spring. Deer Trail Spring. Grassland spring. Only one is called progress, […]