NOMAD DREAMING

Once upon a time, oh… about 49 years ago…I met a young person who was crazy about pickles. In fact I believe pickled onions, asparagus...

It’s hotter than hell for the millionth day in a row and El Diablo is in the house. Or, more accurately, the garden, since I’m not...

One day there were just no more swallows on the front porch, swooping in and out with those beautiful scissor tails. No more live birds...

The smell in the house was heavenly last night as two pounds of fresh picked figs simmered in an aromatic brew of ginger, cardamom,...

The first Queen Lime zinnia flower opened this week. A ubiquity of ants noticed. Meanwhile I couldn’t help noticing that, while my bloom...

A westward sinking full moon recently peeped over the fence to celebrate the lushness which is currently Cafe Paradiso. Around full moon...

In monsoon season the sky owns all the drama. From sultry mornings with deep belly thundery rumbles, which often go nowhere, but...

After the first storm of monsoon season this week helped douse some of the fires in the Gila National Forest, I went up into the Black...

Only the sun holds things together - Edward Abbey Happy solstice! Happy International Day of Yoga. Wherever you are, whatever the body...

“ When life gives you lemons, sell them and buy a pineapple. ” ** The little Birds of Fortuity which flutter always around in this...

A pungency of garlic, the stinking rose, has been gathered in now. After curing a week or two, this year’s harvest was cleaned outback in...

Janis truck and I took a little drive into a nearby canyon a few days ago. I was hoping the rainstorm we had would have washed...

The earth smells of hot sweaty horse, the gutters gurgle splashy streams of water down rain chains to cascade into almost empty rain...

Returning today from a dental appointment at a community health center 35 miles south, I found myself driving in a convoy of elephants. I...

While I was searching online for green zinnia seeds (or any green flowers which don’t mind heat) I came across this bright orange variety...

At 4 in the afternoon yesterday this thermometer on an outdoor wall read 102 F (39 C), the first triple digit reading of the season. With...

The back door hollyhock turns out not to be black, but a rather sensational deep crimson, with added drama of a hint of black veins...

On Workers Day (1st May) this year I massacred a white briar rose. It was a planned assault. Let me explain (attempt to assuage my...

It was as if the garden held its breath while I was away in spring, greeting my return with a deep exhalation of blooming, each day...

For two weeks I swam in this lagoon every morning at sunrise. Every day it had a different mood, different lighting, a different greeting...