by Kim Todd
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Dad Reckoning
How my father taught me to leave cars behind 1
Posted 3 years, 5 months ago When my husband and I moved back to Montana three years ago, I fantasized about living far from town. We'd settle outside the city boundaries, where the Milky Way sparkles clear as a river and red-tailed hawks bank over bunchgrass meadows. My (imaginary) dogs could run over our five acres, frolicking in the ponderosa pines.That was the plan. But we didn't do it. And it's my father's fault.
He kept me on track.
Photo: iStockphoto.
Before he retired a few years ago, my father spent more than 30 years as… Read More
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Botanically Correct
A new language is needed to win the day for native species 0
Posted 7 years ago This cold morning at the Presidio, elegant terns wheel over the lagoon at the edge of the San Francisco Bay, screeching like a fleet of squeaky bicycles. In the distance, fog blots out the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. On the strip of beach closest to the water, dogs chase tennis balls into the surf. And in restored sand dunes, volunteers yank non-native plants and pile them in trash bags. Around them, buckwheat blooms, its round purple globes adding color to the gray day.… Read More
The Presidio.
Photo: National Park Service.
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