Anyone who lives in groundhog country will have a woodchuck tale or two to tell. Growing up in Kentucky I sure did. At the University of Arizona in ’67 or ’68 the first poem I wrote for my freshman poetry class was about groundhogs. Sad, but true.
Anemone tuberosa is truly a harbinger of the spring to come and I talk about this sweet early bloomer every February. 
The photo of the Anemone tuberosa is mine. And below you’ll find a book highly recommended by the local school librarian. “It’s quite informative and considerably lighter in bed.” She should know…we sleep together.
This episode of Growing Native is a rambling reminiscence about amphibians and reptiles. With the monsoon starting up here in…
This is a Re-Petey from 2016 and it has not been chilly at all! But as I sit and write this in November of...
Road trips with a truck load of native plants are a lot of work, but are especially satisfying when you head home with very...