A passion for dead leaves?
“Why are you taking the dead leaves into your garden?” he asked.
Charming though they are, are honey bees actually bad?
Our lovely cat died this morning. Was playing with the dog, then suddenly yowling in pain. He’d “thrown a blood clot.”
I’ve just finished reading The Line Becomes a River: dispatches from the border, by Francisco Cantu. It brings to my mind a short piece I wrote a few years ago, raising the question of racism in anti-immigrant talk.
Recollections of a long ago camping trip that passed through a working whaling station.
It’s time for a paradigm shift in gardening, towards using native plants that support the ecosystems around us.
A California trip yielded a fascinating and unusual landscape and fascinating and unusual stories.
A fascinating article, Second Nature by Dorothy Wickenden in The New Yorker, triggers a cascade of thinking about practical conservation wherever we live
A realtor suggests lawn, missing the point entirely. Even after being told.
Absolutely riveting, The Premonition is the story about people trying to prevent needless deaths from a pandemic they saw coming.