Don’t Eat The Cabbage

Nan and Sam are running through the darkness with a flock of roadrunners in hot pursuit. Sam reaches into her basket from time to time and pitches something that distracts the speedsters momentarily but their numbers are too huge to make much of a dint in the charge. A panting Nan attempts to keep a vigil on for scorpions as she runs but it is no use. The birds are everywhere. And what does Sam have in her basket anyway?find out here

Ghost Scorpion Army

Nan stands frozen and shivering in the desert night staring in horror at the scorpion army seemingly locked for battle in front of her. If she could scream she would no doubt wake up her parents sleeping soundly in their heritage home just a quarter mile away, but her voice is stuck somewhere between her larynx and her tonsils. A meek whimper is the only sound that she manages to squeak out as she keeps a vigilant eye to the stingers ahead. But why aren’t they moving?find out here

The Coachella Desert

The thought of heading out in the middle of the night into the cold Coachella Desert brings images of scorpions to Nan’s mind— little armies of stingers marching in unison looking for water. The scene is the stuff nightmares are made of, more specifically, it’s the stuff her own nightmares are made of.  Ever since the Colorado river dried up things are no longer as they used to.find out here

Just Another Sandy Beach

On those crusty deserted lands there is nothing like lying on a sandy beach relaxing with a cool drink listening to surfer tunes.  There are only the sounds of insects and the occasional tourists uttering explicatives while thumbing it on the side of the highway because they decided to blast their air conditioning without paying attention to their gas gauge. Whoops! Why is this happening and what can we do about it?find out here

Polyculture Garden Design

Polyculture Garden Design

What I like about this bubble chart is the visual representation the author devised in order to summarize the massive amounts of information you can currently find on the internet about the ins and outs of polyculture— the sustainable way of future farming, in my opinion. What about you? What kind of visual tools spark your imagination?find out here

The Hoppers To The Rescue

Ms. Sawyer, as she so introduces herself, is a ruthless corporate lawyer whose only contact with Earth is the dirt she digs up on her acquisition targets to use as “leverage” for the purchase. She will be hard-pressed however to find anything incriminating on Gilbert or his father. Perhaps she conceals a new tactical maneuver inside that candy-apple red briefcase of hers?find out here

Vultures in Paradise

Bonnie musters a few words between sobs: “But who will show the other farmers how to plant? Grampa said it could make mama Earth healthy again? Now the bad mega-farms will keep polluting?” She scurries away into the corn field and just keep running and running calling out Farmer Tom’s name: “Grampa!” But something is tracking her.find out here

Polyculture Paradise

The young Hoppers nibble on some lettuce leaves while their mother finishes her morning collection. “A little mint, some sage, some rosemary, and the nightshades next.” She disappears into the tomato patch for a few minutes then out the other side to collect a few beans, all while keeping an ear up for her kits. But today Farmer Tom will not be joining them.find out here

The Plight Of The Bumble Bee

The Plight Of The Bumble Bee

Now when I go for a walk in the Music Garden at Harbourfront I stop to watch the bees pollinate. I can almost hear The Flight Of The Bumble Bee play as they zip from flower to flower. Maybe’s that why it’s called the Music Garden. I even got up close and personal with them and my smart phone this summer. When I look at the pictures though, the image is all fuzzy, just like the bees themselves. They just can’t seem to stay still long enough to strike a pose. Why the rush?find out here