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It's been a very warm September and we have yet to come close to a frost, but the plants that have set seed are still shutting down acco...

Grief is unimaginable love. Sorrow is incalculable compassion. It's ok to be in pain & agony & sadness if it can become an agent...

My favorite season is almost here! Right now I think the garden is at its ugliest, even though it's filled with pollinators and asters a...

The assertion is that native plant cultivars -- those bred and crossed to produce new plants different from the straight species parents (no...

You might have noticed an awkwardly-posed, grey-haired fellow in the fall issue of Nebraska Life -- yeah, that's me, with my wife in su...

Besides gardening, lots of you know I'm an essayist / poet and have an English PhD; two of my memoirs focus on discovering family histor...

I'm standing behind a hedge of indian grass watching a monarch lift from a Liatris that has sprouted among the tallgrass. The west wind ...

A few images of what's been going on at the homestead this month. No filter on this morning scene. Black chokeberry is stunning....

Several times over the last few months I've had someone, most gently and kindly, message me about my ideas and beliefs related to native...

I recently reread Michael Pollan's 1994 essay " Against Nativism. " In it he argues against a loud minority (a minority I floa...

Two weeks ago I read from my Oklahoma memoir at the Iowa Prairie Conference, along with John Price, Mary Swander, and Elizabeth Dodd (what f...