Celebrate Bees by Susun Weed

I love bees. I’m fascinated by native bees. My heart rejoices when I hear them buzzing. I love the carpenter bees that bumble around. Did you know that most wild Read More …
I love bees. I’m fascinated by native bees. My heart rejoices when I hear them buzzing. I love the carpenter bees that bumble around. Did you know that most wild Read More …
The desert sky is expressive, vast, incredibly textured at times. An arbor of medicinal cat’s claw (uno de gato) provides shade. Rattlesnake is hiding, fast asleep. Toad is at home, Read More …
Moonrise over the mountain behind Betsy’s house. Purple cactus. Palo verde. Bougainvillea. And, of course mitochondria. Let yourself be drawn into the quiet. Soon it will be cool, dark, quiet. Read More …
Oh, oh, oh. Spikes and thorns. Needles and spines. The plants of the desert protect themselves. Especially the edible ones. Like the nopal cactus, also called prickly pear, and, in Read More …
My friend Betsy lives in the Sonoran desert. Her garden is mostly native plants. Xeriscaping. With some roses, rosemary bushes, and heat-tolerant flowers. Here they are. Can you feel the Read More …
On a walk in the Catskill mountains of upstate New York, where I live, I came upon a huge old oak tree. I immediately wanted to be elf-sized — or Read More …
Moved by the colors of autumn, I chose mitochondria in vivid orange to dance with some of the winter squash from my garden, adding fiery flowers that had bloomed in Read More …
This collage is based on a photograph taken by a student of mine in Australia. The background is a close-up of a mitochondrion. I sensed the dance in the flower. Read More …
Winter Solstice returns the light, but deepens the cold. The sun stands still, wordlessly. Then it turns. It returns. Silence reigns. The moon wanes. Breath freezes in icy clouds. Return. Read More …