The air lowers its pressure with altitude, and fog appears. It lowers its pressure above draws of water, as well (the ones that are usually considered draws in the land), creating streams […]
How the Earth Flies
Resisting Climate Change Catastrophe One Bird at a Time
Let’s talk about what we can do. Want to control carbon? Plant a tree. Come back in fifty years.That’s what living on the Earth is all about. If you don’t want to […]
Holding on to Our Water for Dear Life
It’s fun to go out and read the weather by looking down, too. It gives a longer term view. For instance, the really poor shape of the early season cheat grass below […]
The Tides Wash Over Turtle Mountain
When plants left the sea for the air… … they didn’t. We live in an intertidal zone. Ah, here comes the first breaker of the tide now… Here’s the surf rolling East […]
March is a Time of Passage, Not a Season
March is neither winter nor spring. Its weather is not its own. Anything can happen this month, and usually does. It’s best to call it an empty space that other seasons pass […]
Mountains Are a Form of Weather
I was formed by the water, soil and air of a mountain valley. One of the consequences is that, to me, the mountains are not “in” the sky, do not “block” the […]
Garden’s Up On January 5
Well, gardens, you know. What to do with an unseasonably warm winter? Play, perhaps. Here’s some orach, spinach and cress I planted around November 20, after adding some gravelly soil and some […]
Spring for the Japanese Quince and Her Sisters
The double-flowered Japanese quince in front of my house is still dropping her leaves. She has also been bearing her scarcely open blossoms for weeks now. For her, winter is over. And […]
Okanagan Mountain in the Sky
Here is where the wind changes on Okanagan Lake. These are late afternoon pictures. In the morning, the water beyond this point was silver. Not like water-that-had-a-silver-colour but silver. The light was […]
The Year of the Kazillion Cherries Has Begun
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 […]
