PHILLY TREES

For the last week or so, I’ve been keeping my senses alert for the earliest signs of spring. In a lot of ways, spring is our most f...

Shiver me timbers, it’s cold out there. Cold and gray, wet and cloudy. I was out walking through Center City, weaving my way ...

Over one hundred and fifty years ago, in a February, Henry David Thoreau wrote in his journal: we have such a habit of looking away tha...

People are always asking me: Hey, Jon Spruce, when you gonna settle down? Yo, baby, it’s not your fault.  It’s not from lack of try...

Walking up and down the rows of Gina's far m, I saw baby turnips left to winter in the fields.   ...

The wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost… Bob Dylan Batten the hatches, citybillies, and hunker down.  It’s tim...

New year…new coat of paint. About two weeks ago, just before the 2013 New Year’s weekend, on day six of the Earth Renewal Moon,...