Gaia Garden

Each year I've started to watch the progress of the native grass seed in the ditches with one eye, while I watch the county mowing crews...

I had a very enjoyable morning with my father-in-law, Bill, and his older sister this morning, hunting for signs of the old house that their...

On my way down the driveway to pick up the paper this morning, I noticed how rich the early light was, so I grabbed my camera to see what I ...

After many years of working as a naturalist, I've come to the conclusion that everyone has at least one animal phobia, sometimes more. W...

Sweat dripping off my brow (and lots of other anatomical parts), I tackled the mulching this morning. Beginning with the remains of the big ...

This old dog is learning a few new tricks, even about subjects she's been interested in for years. This photo is of our front walkway g...

This spring and summer I've been a poster child for the old admonition, "Do what I say, not what I do," especially in the gard...

As I was reading last night, I came upon a vignette about achieving adulthood that made me think much more about the topic than I ever have ...

A beautiful June evening on the prairie.... Cooling wind pleasantly rippling the grasses and tossing the wildflowers.... A tour designed to ...

Sometimes the prairie reminds me of a poem from my childhood: There once was a girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehe...

Thinking to myself, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all!", I've avoided posting anything about ...

I started to write a post this morning about the conflict I felt yesterday in skipping a committee meeting in order to work (on the coolest ...

The last sentence in an article in this morning's paper caught my attention, "About 80,000 chemicals are in commercial use in the U...

So I have these somewhat combative acting but generally sweet-at-heart bees cohabiting our home with us. What's not to like, right? Wel...

If you come up to our front door these days, you are likely to get attacked...or at least to feel like you're getting attacked. When we ...

One of my simple pleasures in spring is sexing the cottonwoods I see as I drive. (Yes, I know I'm weird.) Only female cottonwoods produc...

Buried in a small article in the paper this morning was a very sad news article: monarch butterfly populations have declined to their lowest...

I'm starting to reap the benefits of last fall's frenzied rush to get my heirloom bulbs in the ground. The first of the heirloom bul...

With snow on the way tomorrow, I gambled and decided to clean off the remnants of last year's growth from the front garden bed. It's...

I was reading through this spring's issue of OnEarth from the Natural Resource Defense Council over the weekend and came across an envi...