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.
I don’t know any poultry fanciers that don’t have a guinea fowl story or two or three. Chickens are where it usually starts as...
My morning ditties are not nearly as amazing as the song of a curved bill thrasher, but they help me begin the day. If...
Petey thinks that the plant desert broom (Baccharis sarothroides) would be an amazing addition to a pollinator garden. Oh dear.