Canticle Farm, Oakland, CA

As the sun filters through fruit trees, casting a dappled light on the mulch below, and bees, in their ancient dance of pollination, busily buzz from open flower to open flower, I breath in the rich oxygenated air. Dew from the morning still lingers on the grass and the chorus of joyful birds reminds me that it is spring. Where it not for the barking dogs and car alarms mixed into the dawn chorus, I would almost forget that I am in East Oakland, a dense urban area east of San Francisco…. Read More