Perhaps we would all do well to appreciate seeds as children do, treating them like the living beings that they are rather than as disposable inputs.

Last night, my sister and I watched the full Harvest Moon rise over the mountains on the western slope of the Rockies.

There goes Iriel down pon the Bayou She walks barefoot, i say me o my o

Agriculture remains a great artform, one that has shaped the West and specifically the eastern Colorado High Plains.

Each of us see them in our forgotten dreams.

The monarch butterfly is iconic. There is much to be said. The Mayan experienced them as ‘daughters of the sun’.

We are all getting to know moon smoke, becoming familiar with heartbreak.