There are two ways to melt snow. You can lay down fibres of grass, taller than the snow, which heat in the sun and cast shadows of heat on the snow. Or […]
In the panorama of the hill, there are flashes of colour, very specific, which signify human food and the season in which they will be found. Indigenous humans spread seeds from those […]
Be ethical, please. Plant weeds. They’re the only thing keeping the earth going right now, this group of plants that reclaim broken land — and save the sacred people of the earth […]
Look at the yellow dock gone to seed. Look at a mule deer plant it in the sun. There is balance in beauty and beauty in balance. Everything leaves its trace.
It’s your choice: a bounty better than spinach, or drought. Same rainfall, same soil, same sun, same day, same hour, same tongue, same thirst.
What a life it is to live in the sun. A garden doesn’t have to be humanly planted. Who knew?
Here she is gathering the threads. Here’s the finished weaving. Wondrous work!
Last year’s stalks are pretty, but what life is left in them beyond that? Well… just look at their calyxes, all shrivelled and black, like perching spiders. Spiders who will bring death […]
So, the chickadees come and eat the weed seeds. This is part of the ecology of the new grasslands. It’s like moving to Mars, except Mars comes to you. Still, tasty, and […]
Every yellow clover waits for five minutes as a star of birds. When the birds leave, it leaves with them now.