“No way those are rose hips,” I exclaimed, “Those things are huge!” We examined them more closely and I picked a few. Back in the house, I washed them off and split one open. The seeds came out easily, leaving a thick, meaty skin. I tasted it gingerly and confirmed that it was indeed a […]
Monthly Archives: September 2018
… it occurs to me that whereas I WRITE a poem by dint of mighty cerebration, the yellow-leg WALKS a better one just by lifting his foot. ~ Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac Six or seven small brightly-colored bags hung from the pegboard. Occasionally, one would jerk or rock, then be still. Shirley takes […]
When our distant ancestors invented farming ten thousand or so years ago, they began altering these and other wild plants to make them more productive, easier to grow and harvest, and more enjoyable to eat. To date, four hundred generations of farmers and tens of thousands of plant breeders have played a role in redesigning […]
Those who hear not the music think the dancers mad. — Unknown “There he goes again,” my neighbor sighed grumpily, pointing to the older guy wandering our street with pruning shears. “Come on,” I replied, “he’s harmless.” “But I may not want my trees trimmed,” he grumped and went inside. Once again my weird old […]
Writes of Nature 