“Mom, there’s a baby bird over here,” calmly called Kid 1 from across the backyard. I admit conflicting feelings of wanting to help the dove…
On a Wednesday night in October, I packed boxes bursting with plants, a bucket rattling with shovels, bags of heavy potting soil, and an assortment…
“Cats, dogs, yummy supper, getting to play Minecraft this afternoon, getting to play soccer after supper” rattled off my 8-year-old during “Thank-yous” at the end…
No matter how many times I hear the gentle song of mourning doves, the sound transports my mind elsewhere. Poof! I am standing in my…
We’ve been eating breakfast outside, my kids and me. It’s a summer tradition that got bumped up to spring this year since the schools closed. …
In Tucson, the first day of spring on the calendar can go by unnoticed, minor. The weather became gorgeous (with a few lion-like interruptions) back…
Desert gardening, on a practical level, means gardening in an arid environment. Desert gardening, on a personal level, means gardening in and with the place…
We eat our breakfast outside. Every summer morning around 6:30 my two young boys and I schlep a simple meal to the backyard, pick a…
A tray of cat grass is sprouting on my kitchen counter. These baby oats are 4 days old and 1 inch tall, just a little…