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There’s a disturbance in the woods. The snow has melted in most places, the skiers have slipped away with the entrance of spring. And...

You know how it is. When you're a pretty little thing with a brown complexion, folks tend to nickname ya "Chocolate". Not that I have...

Hey ya doll. Don’t you mind me, or should I say “us”. We certainly don’t mind this snow that can’t resist showing up again after a long...

photo by Katy Cain, from Shenandoah National Park At the edge of a forest, near a centennial remnant of crumbling cedar fence, there’s a gnarled struggling tree of thick knotted branch tangles and a few large dead limbs. She is a marvelous Malus, apple. Her wood is gray and scarred- wrinkles showing the touch of time. And dotted among the fading branches, dusted in new snow, are pink shimmering gems- the round treasures that still coalesce their sugars each fall before they

Santa Claus may have all the ho’s, but it is the stoic oaks that draw the sapiosexuals to wrap an arm about their branch and light up...

A look back on the dark story of a prairie parasite for the stormy days. It was a dark and stormy prairie. The oscillating early spring...

Viola can fertilize themselves underground and were used as a symbol of the underground lesbian culture in the yearly 20th century, thanks to Ancient Greece poetry. We know how humans are, tending to think a little human-centered, like every pretty flower is meant for their sight and enjoyment. But us quiet violets can attest otherwise, not that we’d ever loudly point it out. Too modest for that. Sometimes, we aren't even for the bees to cast a gaze on. But we are flowers

Lupinus bicolor: tough little cuties perfectly at home next to a hot compacted gravel road. We’re tiny cuties you can find along quite a...

Relationship Status: Single-year. Non-native nitrogen-fixing legume My name is Trifolium subterraneum; you can call me TRISUB for short. ...