By Linda Buzzell-Saltzman, previously published in The Huffington Post as “The Zen of Pruning” , 1/16/12.
Winter and early spring are the seasons when many gardeners, orchardists and farmers — fancying themselves surgeons — approach their trees, shrubs and roses with knives, pruning shears and saws in hand, seemingly unaware that these plants are, as the Buddhists would say, sentient beings.
Most pruning is less a conversation between two of nature’s creatures and more an act of ruthless domination under the guise of necessity. Continue Reading →
by Chitola Utsanami
The wind entered through the sills and our nostrils
Plundering our hearth.
You could see it earlier that morning
Raising an army of snow into drifts and then walls.
The fox and the deer felt this army before.
One went into a deep musky den, the other made a shallow bed under a
shield of fir, fur and fear.
No creature was safe. No one was immune to its progress.
Even a low bearing vole would not dare bore holes in such a snow. Continue Reading →