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!
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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/

Gene Jr. lives in the Pacific Northwest, near Seattle, WA. Fly diagonally across the USA to where Dave lives in Northwest Georgia. Yet, thousands of miles apart, Nature’s Guys were planting wildflowers on the same day! I called Gene to get some more information. Here’s a summary of our wildflower discussion: Dave: What type of…
Out on Vashon Island, WA, many people think stinging nettles are obnoxious weeds, but they are quite healthy to eat! Eating from the wild: Potato & Stinging Nettle Soup…so good. Try it, you’ll like it! (To see the videos that go along with this, visit Gene’s “Live Innovations Farm and Education Center” Facebook page, or…
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…
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…
When my brother moved to Vashon Island, WA, he became friends with a couple who studied Native American traditions. One thing they did on their property was plant a group of cedars in a circle, creating a sacred space cedar circle. I’ve tried to respectfully learn more about this tradition, but haven’t found much. This…
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…