You know there is a little bit of the grassland left when you find some needle-and-thread grass on a hill. It’s almost invisible, but when the light is right, in the low […]
It is the Time for the Flowers of the Wind
It is time for all of us to put down what we are doing and walk out into the grass as she dances to the language of the universe passing through the […]
Who is the Gardener?
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 […]
English is a Body Language at Heart
At the heart of our language, things are what they are. Whatever that is, it’s pretty clear. For instance, this is antness. Young Queen Ant on Her Flight Day … … embodying […]
The Pink Pink Grass of Home
It was such a pleasure spending some quality time in Tamara’s My Botanical Garden on Monday. Thanks, everyone, for welcoming me with such enthusiasm. It’s fine to share stories of the gardens of […]
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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