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.
Petey chats about the hydro-seeded wildflowers he sees along the local roadsides. He seems a tad miffed.
Eating and sharing homegrown food seems to be a spiritual event for Petey. Amen! There is nothing better than homegrown food. And even if...
There is no getting around it, every summer monsoon when the borderlands come to life it is so exciting! Apodanthera undulata, the crazy melon, ...
