‘In my mother’s garden…I listen closely to her heartbeat – and hear my own.’
My mother’s garden is the whole Earth…within this sacred space my roots join the roots of every growing thing, my arms and fingers stretch to reach the moon, the leaves are talismans, and sap runs warm as blood.
Fleas a problem, especially in warm weather
Our cat, Nellie, has lost some fur on his back. He looks real
WERC Animal of the Month: red-tailed hawk
When it comes to wild bird injuries, the Wildlife Education and
