In my country, the rivers are born in the mountains. Here is born the Missouri, the Columbia, the Fraser and all their ancestors and all their daughters. This particular mother is the Cascades: a […]
In my country, the rivers are born in the mountains. Here is born the Missouri, the Columbia, the Fraser and all their ancestors and all their daughters. This particular mother is the Cascades: a […]
Some things are sobering. Here’s a cold frame (a glassed-in seedbed, for early growing) from 1978, updated for the new Okanagan in the age of vineyardization. Before 1978, this was an orchard, […]
Here in the depressurized zone east of the Coast Mountains, they will soon be absorbed back into the air. They have only alighted for a moment on these cottonwoods, like birds.
You remember arrow leafed balsam root, of course. First Flower Day! Soon there will be millions.
Road shoulders are for living. Watch where you park that Ford!
Commonly, we say that plants “spring” up or grow in the ‘spring,” but look at siya? here. All she is doing is following the sun, and being drawn out by it like […]
Suns and solar flares… Watch where you step!
The old deer trail is getting crowded. This … … is why it’s called “arrow-leafed balsam root”. Arrows are small spears, right?
Home again! It’s the tree swallows, hungry and flying high. Just back yesterday after a long journey. They nest in the trees that thread through the shadows, but live in the […]
Today, gravity waves, and a gravity whirlpool, too! Amazing results happen when gravity is tethered. We stand between being spun off of the earth and drawn down to her molten heart. Nothing […]