I spoke about the non-wage economy yesterday, and how it operated by trading work for the opportunity to do more work, rather than cashing out on work produced. Such an economy draws […]
The Non-Wage Economy and Creativity
The Non Wage Economy
I pruned the apple trees … … and the cherry trees …The work was joyous. I did it in between stints as writer in residence at the library. Morning: pruning; afternoon: editing. […]
Remember Those Cherry Trees I was Pruning
At the beginning of April? Yes? No? Well, here they are again, as April opens into the light. April 4, 2014 … Harold has gone to photograph bluebirds! And just a few days back? […]
Biscuit Root Makes History
I found a rich community of biscuit root growing on a scree slope. They’re hard to harvest there (which is, likely, why they’re still there), but they love it. Beautiful Biscuit Root […]
I Will Be Reading @ Pulp Fiction Coffee House in Kelowna on Monday, May 12, 2014
Pulp Fiction Coffee House, Kelowna What? Who? Where? Whaaa? Click here. All will be revealed. When? Aha … 7pm. Monday May 12. What? I read my stuff. The audience reads their stuff. Perfect. […]
Wild and Domestic Bees
Grassland bee (note the pollen)…. Apostemon Bee on a Mariposa Lily (Bella Vista) Most people here don’t know these beauties exist, and by that I mean both the flower and the bee. […]
Welcome, Sun!
Yellow Cabbage White in the Forsythia My Father-in-Law Gave me 3 Years Ago Thanks, Corky!
Magnolias and the Name of the Wind
What you plant is part of an interspecies conversation between plants and plants and plants and people. At the same time that the saskatoons are subtly blooming on the hills, the magnolias […]
In Praise of Saskatoon Blossoms
The hills are bright with saskatoons. Isn’t that fine! They have the scent of pear blossoms. If you haven’t smelled pear blossoms lately, well, they smell like fresh cream and wildflower […]
On the Hunt for Wild Asparagus
Hunting for wild asparagus. Down below the old canal. In the place between orchards and sagebrush. Time to pick asparagus for a woman whose husband used to drive her up there. […]
Okanagan Okanogan 