Beauty Under The Underbrush — Nature’s Guy Discovery
I cut away some junk underbrush (privet bushes) and found this beauty. I’m lichen it a lot!
http://cyranowriter.wordpress.com/2018/03/19/remove-garbage-revolutionary-improverse-haiku/

I cut away some junk underbrush (privet bushes) and found this beauty. I’m lichen it a lot!
http://cyranowriter.wordpress.com/2018/03/19/remove-garbage-revolutionary-improverse-haiku/

Northwest Georgia is notorious for several things, including large fire ant hills and thick, sticky red clay. The clay is so thick, it is hard to imagine any plant can grow in it without a lot of compost or some other organic material to break it up. However, the fire ants make their hills in…
I posted this piece on Wildflowers and Pollinators in the “Pollinator Friendly Yards” Facebook page. After only 4 days, I had dozens of comments and over 1500 likes! Obviously I hit a nerve; many people said that my post and what I was doing gave them hope. Most importantly, it shows that changing your lawn…
It’s a dream to find edible wild food, but you have to really look for mushrooms. Gene and Jan are interested in putting up tree houses on their acreage on Vashon Island, WA, and running a bed and breakfast. They also enjoy foraging for wild food (and creating their own, where possible). Dreaming of oyster…
Being the frugal guy I am, if I don’t use seeds one year, I try them the next. Not that there is anything wrong with that, because seeds usually germinate for several years (although the germination rate goes down the longer you keep them in storage). My wife has A LOT of old seeds, so…
This evening, just before the sun set, I walked around the edge of my driveway, taking photos of tree in my yard (specifically on the edge of my property). I was stunned by the bio-diversity of this small plot of land. within the distance I can throw a baseball (which isn’t very far), I have…
Today my wife and I went out to the lower meadow to pick blackberries with thorns. About 20 minutes later, we made a fresh blackberry cobbler, and I wrote this poem about the experience: It reminds me of the time I visited a rose garden in Freiburg, in the southwest corner of Germany, just south…