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“To Spend my Days Serving”
I’ve been felled by a Brown Recluse spider bite or possibly a boil-gone-bad (staph infection), and no I won’t share a photo of the wound. I wouldn’t inflict that on anyone–except my crazy herbalist,...
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Kinship
An ancient hackberry tree holds my heart this winter. I visit it on many of my walks. A tree that has lived a long time has something to say about holding and releasing. I try to listen. (Maybe there’s...
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The Urban Forest
Holly Jones grew up considering trees as relatives. A Native American (“though I might not look like it!”) she sees the world populated with winged people, creeping people, branching people. “A lot of...
View ArticleA Biodiversity Birthright
Last week’s Indiana Master Naturalist class has put me into a state a little bit like that dream … the one where you suddenly find a whole section of your house that you didn’t see before. “This was...
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