Earlier this spring I asked the deva of deer to help me find balance and harmony with their booming population. We purposely grow enough veggies to share, and I try to do the same with my hostas by planting offerings on the margins. Used to be that they munched a Read more…
Been listening and observing and reconnecting and conversing and recentering and learning and processing. All I will say for now, to keep it brief, is that as a brown-skinned immigrant, I always felt somewhat like an outsider to US history and the country’s interracial dynamics. Yet in these past few Read more…
Long, long ago I got confirmed in the Catholic Church on Earth Day, and at the time I felt there was something significant about the coincidence, but it’s taken me decades to come to it. Last year, when I felt the call to build a garden—I mean a food forest Read more…
Last week I had been trying to dismiss the sadness I felt around some of my seedlings wilting. I was especially bummed when I saw that none of my anise hyssop survived, since I was really hoping to have a more pollinator-friendly, flower-filled garden this season. “Perspective,” I kept telling Read more…
Several years ago when I started my garden I was surprised how much energetic support I had for it, considering the long line of indoor plants I hadn’t managed to keep alive. But once I opened to the idea of a hosta garden in our shady backyard, I found seemingly Read more…