Sunday Thursday Weather is stripping the light out of the air at about the same speed as it is stripping the leaves from the trees!
What A Difference Five Days Makes in an Apple Orchard!
The Lonely Vigil of the Invasive Species
Plastic Owl, Waiting for Its own Kind
Patriotism and Honour
The colour of the grasslands in the fall is the beginning of art. The colour used by marketers to stimulate your reptilian brain is its end: It was said that the Great […]
There’s More Than One Way to Find the Light
Creating a tension with gravity is key. Blue-bunched wheat grass and big sage.
Winter is Here
It’s not just that winter is coming. Its first breath is as much winter as its depths. We remember ourselves in it. We rise up out of the grass.
It’s Mango Time!
We love you, stag horn sumac. But we love you, smooth sumac more. Oh, Staghorn, you come from Virginia. You knew Hiawatha in your youth. But smooth sumac, daughter […]
When Trees are Weeds
This is an old growth forest full of weeds. The sage brush is the weed … … not the bunch grass. Sagebrush is an indigenous plant, but it comes in a bit thickly when […]
What We Need to Talk About, Darling
The land I live on was an island that crashed into a continent. It buckled and smashed and was pushed up into the air by the collision. The old seabeds of its […]
The Illahie: the Braided Country
Here’s an old word: illahie. Here’s what it looks like to me today: Well, that’s a teeny tiny bit of it. If you look it up in a Chinook Wawa dictionary… …the […]
The Music of Bunch Grass
These are our old growth forests in the Syilx Illahie. Our sequoias, redwoods, Douglas firs, sitka spruce and western red cedars are blue-bunched wheat grass here. Forget the blue blades at the […]
Okanagan Okanogan 