Elms are made out of spaces where there is no light, within light, limited by having to be connected to each other yet arranged so that they both lead away from each […]
These maple leaves are still alive and capturing the sun — some of them. Others are dead. None are attached to a tree. None can reproduce. None can feed a root or […]
It’s a mystery. Trees grow straight up. Not towards the sun, though. That thing comes in at every crazy angle. I mean, why don’t trees grow towards that dawn instead? But no. […]
So, about a metre of snow has fallen in the last two weeks, with about half of that remaining. The rest melted or evaporated. It does that here, in this dry climate. […]
White ash scribbler! Gardom Lake Compare the language of the poplar, which is less process and more about repetition and echo. And the firs and cottonwoods? Well. What benders. Firs dark, cottonwoods […]
The emotional colourings of trees and the balance between these colourings can be very beautiful. This form of art is as much a garden harvest as any other. In this case, the […]
Peaches are scrubby little bushes from the Gobi Desert, that live to be fifteen years old, more or less, before they succumb to their many fragilities. Here’s one I’ve been caring for […]
Dead trees contain as much power in the grasslands as live ones. They are a map not drawn to depict space.
Boundaries show the limits of consciousness. When they are foggy, magic happens. Look how this grove inhabits the fuzzy boundary of the fog. It holds to itself and yet extends, not only […]
Trees open. The opening is us, not them, but we can’t do it without them.