Author Archives: Chris Erickson
The two spicebush are about 12 inches tall. They have about 40 leaves between them. From a landscape perspective they are basically invisible. And they are crawling with spicebush swallowtail caterpillars.
This should be the first plant in your new wildlife garden.
It doesn’t just take humility to learn from and be restored by a sprouting grass, it also takes the perceptiveness to recognize where your human limits brush up against something much greater and more mysterious.
Re-using last year’s dead plants and a look at a favorite portrayal of spring: Alexei Savrasov’s “The Rooks Have Returned.”
The goldenrod gall fly, its goldenrod host, and its many predators may not at first seem like the kind of story that informs and gives meaning to our lives.
It is nearly February, the third month of winter. Louisville winters are on the mild side but I’m still tired of being damp and cold. I’m tired of cold floors in the morning and gusting winds while I take out the trash.
It wasn’t until I naively googled “smokers” and “smoking mushrooms” that I realized the joke had been on me for a long time. How could I have not noticed our innocent childhood names had multiple meanings?
While I was feeling increasingly frustrated what actually happened is I got to know a tree better than I’ve known any tree in my life.
I stopped to look at the strange bumblebee, saw the un-mistakable spiked ridge on the back of the insect eating it and dropped my shovel. Finally, a wheel bug!
I started to feel like Ray Kinsella from Field of Dreams, hearing whispers in the humid, sticky Kentucky evenings, “if you plant it, they will come.”