A living skin, however, is what the climate of the grasslands east of the coastal stratovolcanoes calls for. Anything else is quite the ongoing struggle. Whew. Save your back, eh!
When I pruned these trees, the wind was kaboodling down the Similkameen Valley like a grizzly bear made of dry ice. Sawdust was falling in my face from my saw. My feet […]
I spent the day yesterday at Tree to Me, an organic orchard in the Similkameen Valley. The apples were in bloom. Before grafting some apple trees and maintaining the grafts I put […]
Here is the Similkameen Valley in The British Columbia. This is the land that holds me, and which made me, just below the foreground slope (Mount Kobau). Just behind it is the […]
Here are two examples of the gapping energy I showed you the other day. For the original please click here. First, the magnolias at Bahati Farm. This darling is 38 years old […]
Dogs will roam, eh. It always was Coyote’s country. This is how I started my day pruning at 8 a.m. The sun is to the right, over the shoulder of K Mountain.
Clematis grows wilds in the creek beds and river banks around here, as long as the native alders, brown birches, and cottonwoods are not disturbed. After all, a vine like this needs […]
Imagine if you could regulate heat loss and roof melting simply by switching from a flat roof to a roof covered in river rock, or a lightweight approximation of it. The insulating […]
This is not indigenous land. This is one of the main spiritual centres of my country, the Similkameen Valley. To call it indigenous, or native, land, is to adopt the words that […]
Here where the glaciers ground each other to a halt and ate down into the earth instead, the Apex volcanic complex meets the North Cascades. After so many millions of years, they’re […]