My garden looks dreadful. Here’s why. My plants won’t cooperate. The iris wants to be an iris. The azalea, an azalea. The poppy, a poppy. Read more.
nature
Not Dead Yet. That Feral Plum Tree Lives On
The old plum tree lying on its side was a messy scramble of black and useless branches. But it was not dead yet. Read more.
Nature Giveth and Nature Taketh Away
Against all odds, a flowering fruit tree took root in the wild canyon below our house, but not for long. Nature giveth, nature taketh away. Read more.
Blood and Guts in My Backyard. Or, Nature Tidies Up
Blood and guts in my backyard: A half-eaten deer lay sprawled under my cypress tree. Ravens croaked the news from the tree above. Read more.
Talking Turkey
It’s Thanksgiving, time to talk turkey. Read more.
My Front Yard — It’s a Happening Place
My front yard — it’s a happening place. Life forms are shooting up all over it, greedily taking up their allotted space in the universe. Read more.
What Is Beauty? It’s Seeing the World for the First Time — At Abbott’s Lagoon
The exuberant summer foliage we witnessed at Abbott’s Lagoon the other day felt like a gift . . . from somewhere. A tossed bouquet. Read more.