Hi, my deep-rooted/
woods friends. I’m sad I’ve not been/
near. I’ll tread barefoot.
Natural yards for the birds, bees and butterflies — and for the pleasure they brings human senses — are nothing new. I personally have created my own natural yard for decades, as has my brother. Where did that inspiration come from? Our forest ranger father, who taught all my siblings that lawns were silly, foolish,…
The old couple’s peach tree up on Mowbray Mountain deep down in Tennessee was so overloaded that a giant limb split off the trunk and crashed to the garden floor. That still left more than two-thirds of the tree that they had planted intact and covered with delicious freestone fruit. A Good Fruit Trade Our…
It always strikes me as strange when folks say they can’t work in the rain. I’m learning that people in different parts of the country have very different perspectives on working in the rain. I lived in Seattle for nearly three decades. What happens when you have plans to work in the yard in Seattle…
There are times when I don’t know which blog I should post on. Last night’s drive through a torrential lightening and rain storm ended up at our house. Never has it seemed so much like a lighthouse and port of refuge from the storm. I wrote a long description of our experience, and turned it…
Solo sycamore leaves catch the hot afternoon breeze and spin in joyous pinwheels on Independence Day, as if to say: “Welcome home, boy. We’re glad you’ve come. Don’t Roam. Stay.”
Trees, wildflowers, birds,/ bugs, fields. The land teaches me / much. I want to share.