Raptor Rescue Squad! The Great Grey Owl is arguably the most elusive of the resident raptors found in the South Cariboo, hunting mainly at night, and infrequently seen during the day. A chance sighting of one that happened some years ago spawned the creation of our own “raptor rescue squad,” and ended up touching us
Cosmic Americana: Nudie Cohn’s Visionary Fashion Expressed the American Ethos From rodeo queens and Rhinestone Cowboys to rock & roll-folk exploding dreamers, Nudie Cohn expressed a certain kind of American ethos. What better thread through the history of the West and the singers and entertainers who epitomized it in the mid-20th century, is found in
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Birds Do It, Bees Do It… Regurgitation! (Sometimes, writing is a dish best served warmed-over.) Birds do it, bees do it, now I’m doing it. Regurgitation. It’s what you do when the writing well runs dry. By John G. Stamos Subscribers to this publication, as well as its regular readers, are by now wise to
My Garden Is Fork-ready! “My Garden Is Fork-ready!” Damn straight. It’s “Arrivederci” to summer and a flower garden’s halcyon days. Relax. It might be “So long,” but it definitely ain’t “Goodbye.” By John G. Stamos I’m writing all this down at the tail end of August, which is a time, here in my USDA Hardiness
A Book by Its Cover This story happened in the 1980s, a time when visiting Thailand was more of an adventure than it is today. Back then there were fewer airport connections, rougher roads, and very few luxury accommodations. I’ve wanted to share this story for decades. I thought about pitching it as a Moth
Men Really Were Men When It Was a Game What makes a man truly a man? The answer’s on the diamond. Men really were men when it was a game. By John G. Stamos Thinking about the character of the quintessential American male of the first three quarters of the past century, I’m acutely aware
River And from that moment on, and until the time that he left home to begin his own life away from his father, his summers would routinely include many visits to the river with his father and the hated fishing rod. By Ann Simpson-Stamos The fish just weren’t biting right now. He removed his shoes
Gardening As a Salve in 1973 It was a difficult year in New Jersey, but the tomatoes and Brother Doug helped. By Russ Smith Fifty-two years ago I became an apprentice gardener, although perhaps lackey is more accurate. It was an odd job in a year of odd events. Quick backstory: In June, 1972, after
Three Poems Three short works about nature and people. You’ll be done with them in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. By John G. Stamos Bee Lines John G. Stamos A bee touches down, Then investigates and inspects The secret inner workings Of a flower. Is knowledge, of any kind, Imparted? Has either party become
Low Murmurs My newest original poem, “Low Murmurs,” published for the first time, here in The Renaissance Garden Guy. It’s a shorty. By John G. Stamos Low Murmurs John G. Stamos They whisper, sharing secrets dear, Or simply nod, or bow, And, as one, plied with earthen cheer, Honor a solemn vow To embrace warmth,
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