The Invisible Garden
Dawn comes earlier in May. The first blackbird begins before the sky changes color — a low, fluted warble from the birch at the garden's edge. Within minutes a
A Society of Guardians
From my windowsill I hear the garden. Not all of it — no one can — but more of it than most. The low grunt of the hedgehog at dusk. The first pre-light notes
Perception Without a Brain
The garden outside my window is growing, right now, without anyone watching. The lavender's roots are navigating around pebbles. The tomato leaves are
The Soil Beneath the Garden
A single cubic centimeter of garden soil contains more living organisms than there are humans on Earth. The roses, the tomatoes, the apple tree — these are the
The Hedgehog's Dilemma
One cold winter's day, a number of porcupines huddled together quite closely in order through their mutual warmth to prevent themselves from being frozen. But