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I know they're just robins, but after 5 years living here it's our first nest. Well, second. Cats ate the brown thrasher eggs, who h...

How else to name a post suggesting that butterfly bushes are not butterfly magnets nearly as much as caterpillar host plants, or that the pr...

A few weeks back I noticed the first monarch in the garden as she was feverishly laying eggs. I'd never seen one so early--and with last...

Live in a place long enough and you see a lot. Create a thriving ecosystem in that place and each day is a treasure map or a crime scene inv...

Who has time to read online? So many sites to visit, so much attention span to erode. In an attempt to keep my posts eclectic, have some pic...

Two weeks ago my uncle and aunt from Oklahoma dropped off a box that belonged to my grandma. It's filled with photos, funeral announceme...

A lawnmower poem this morning since they woke me up at 7:30 and literally have not stopped since. Please don't think this is a good poem...

"This land still has the memory of what the bison means to it." I've read a lot in the last year on bison and prairie ecosys...

Let's start with a refresher--James Wright's wonderful poem. Milkweed While I stood here, in the open, lost in myself, I must h...

We preempt this blog to bring you a breaking announcement. A very attractive and talented gardener, who also writes incredibly well, just sa...

Today I'm feeling guilty, mostly because I've been away from thinking about my next book for several weeks, focusing on students and...

Monarch Gardens, my new native prairie garden coaching business, will be making some appearances. You've got a couple chances to talk to...

I've been posting some recent macro photos to my personal Facebook page, but I should also post them here--if anything, it's another...

This year, for reasons I still can't quite discern, I'm trying my hand at vegetables. For the first time. Ever. Folks say, "O...