Citrus Memories
One of the quiet joys of rural Japan is the roadside vegetable stand. Often no more than a wooden shelf […]
One of the quiet joys of rural Japan is the roadside vegetable stand. Often no more than a wooden shelf […]
At the edge of evening, I find the split shell clinging to a branch beside the pond. The chrysalis hangs
The summer heat has broken, but as I unload the truck outside my Tokyo apartment, the mosquitoes find me immediately.
This year’s garden taught me more about failure than success, which might be the most valuable lesson of all. The
We’ve had almost two weeks of stable sunny weather, the kind of high-pressure clarity that makes every morning feel
This morning I found a blue longicorn beetle (Rosalia batesi) on the cabin’s wooden deck railing, motionless in a patch
Counting spirals is a kind of meditation. The cones don’t care if I get it wrong. I trace one ridge