Seeds of Abundance

Seeds of Abundance

by Amy Martin (c) for Autumn Equinox 2009 It was one of those brilliant autumn in days North Texas. The strident summer Sun had mellowed to just the right brightness, yet it was still t-shirt weather warm. The August doldrums had moved off and there was a breeze again. My husband Scooter and I were driving down country roads looking …

Foolish Faith

Foolish Faith

by Amy Martin (c) It’s the very definition of insanity, you know, to do something over and again and expect that somehow next time will be different. Yet I don’t feel insane, I feel blissful. Once again I‘m trying to naturalize plants to the wild, restoring what too many cattle and too much neglect did to the land at Osage …

And Then You Remember Why

And Then You Remember Why

by Amy Martin (c) Hardly a day goes by that don’t I wonder why I do this, or that I don’t worry that if another responsibility or expense is laid on me that I’ll just break to pieces. The Moonlady News community and other listservs, management of Earth Rhythms and all its projects, family and friends and on those seldom …

The Party and the Party Crashers

The Party and the Party Crashers

by Amy Martin (c) Come winter, every cold front from the north pushes ahead of it swarms of songbirds – and the birds of prey that feed on them – into the relative warmth of North Texas. By mid-January at Osage Moon, the party is rolling. The broad wooded bottomlands of McClung Creek shimmies with activity. Huge flocks of starlings …

The Way the Day Unfolds, part 4 of 4: Crash, Cut & Tape, or, Being Lost is Half the Fun

The Way the Day Unfolds, part 4 of 4: Crash, Cut & Tape, or, Being Lost is Half the Fun

by Amy Martin (c) Our grass evaluations concluded, the kind of warped logic we are prone to takes over. Now back at the south end of the property, we’re curious about some woods work we continued yesterday on our latest trail. That was on the West Flank. It’s much like the East Flank, but since it didn’t have the mid-century …

The Way the Day Unfolds, part 3 of 4 – Patience & Prairie

The Way the Day Unfolds, part 3 of 4 – Patience & Prairie

by Amy Martin (c) The East Flank remained meadow-like for a while. By the time we got there 50 years later, the cedars had reduced the long meadow into a series of patches and in our first three years we watched the cedars get larger and more numerous. The drought of 2006 made it worse. The seeps stopped flowing. Plants …

The Way the Day Unfolds, part 2 of 4 – Invasion of the Cedars

The Way the Day Unfolds, part 2 of 4 – Invasion of the Cedars

by Amy Martin (c) Our search for grasses takes us by jeep into the Back 40, to the East Flank. On this side of the wet-weather Cross Creek that divides the 43 acres, the cedar trees had not completely overtaken. Fifty years ago during a long drought, the neighboring rancher had cut the fence and allowed his cattle in. His …

The Way the Day Unfolds, part 1 of 4: Getting to Know Grass

The Way the Day Unfolds, part 1 of 4: Getting to Know Grass

by Amy Martin (c) When there are ten-thousand things that need to be done, it’s hard to know where to start. The weather, the wind, how wet the soil is, these ferret out a few tasks. Sometimes the disaster du jour sets the day. Or you see where your feet lead you. Getting to Know Grass – Part 1 of …

The First Front of Fall

The First Front of Fall

by Amy Martin Hints arose earlier in the day, high wispy clouds, thin in the stratosphere, the sign of cold weather, even though temps were in the 90s. Looking for persimmons late that afternoon a mile north of Osage Moon, a whipping wind smacks me in the face with leaves. This isn’t the slow southern swamp breeze of summer. This …

Rain Break of the Bored Farmer

Rain Break of the Bored Farmer

by Amy Martin (c) After weeks of rain, the farmers have become restless. You see them in town during the day, loitering around the hardware stores and tractor places. Encounters have always been a brisk howdy-do, a run down on what’s up, and then on their way back to the fields. Now there’s nothing to talk about. No one’s doing …

Sugar Freaks on Planet Earth

Sugar Freaks on Planet Earth

by Amy Martin (c) A sweet tooth is universal. If aliens ever land, I’m sure they’ll head straight to the sugar cane fields of Brazil. From the grizzly bear that raids the bee hive, to the microbes in my garden soil that get delirious over dried molasses, planet Earth is full of sweet freaks. Hackberry emperors are the beer drinkers …

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