The Magic Book

The golden lock on the magic book looked simple enough. Ualaxy had ask, in a polite way, if the lamp would please shine, so she could study the mysterious writings in the book she held on her lap. "There must be a way for me to understand what is written here." she said as she opened the book.

It had taken her several days to figure out how to open the lock that protects the ancient manuscript. She had tried for hours, and was just about to give up, when she closed her eyes and ran her hand over the strange metal medallion in the shape of a dragon. The dragon's eyes began to glow in a ruby red light. Click! "Oh!" she said, "It opens by touch."

Outside the brightly lit cabin, snow fell in quiet flakes of soft white. Inside, the cabin was warm and cozy. Ualaxy opened the small wood stove door to put another log on the fire. "Maybe this is a book of fun and adventure." she said, "How will I ever learn to read it. I'm not smart like the others. If only I had a friend, a teacher to help me." Sitting cross-legged by the fire with the book in her lap and the lamp by her side, Ualaxy hung her head in her hands with her elbows on her knees. She pouted looking very forlorn and depressed.

Bam! Bam! Bam! The lamp flickered, and a rainbow pattern of colour began fill the small room. "Oh! What shall I do?" For a moment, fear sprang in to the young girl. Her mind raced thinking of all the horrored things she had seen while on the planet. Her heart pounded wildly, and she trembled not knowing what to do. "Do not fear. Fear cannot hurt you." she remembered her father saying, "You must face your fear in order to be strong, and achieve success."

"Who is there?" she said, struggled to regain her composure.

"Open the door child. It's cold out here, and I'm freezing." The voice sounded as if it were coming from high above the cabin.

"Who are you?" Ualaxy ask. She pushed her fear away and a feeling excitement began to take it's place.

"You'll never know unless you open the door" said the towering voice.

Placing the book on the beautiful Oriental carpet she had also found in the once abonaded cabin, the young girl rose to her feet. She ran a hand through her jet-black wavy locks, and opened the door. There on the door step stood a huge wolf in a long shaggy coat.

"Are you a talking werewolf ?" she ask.

"Why yes I am. Are you afraid of the Loup Garou people? I can change my appearance to something more suitable if it will make you more comfortable. Perhaps you would prefer a snow leopard, a panther, or a tiger?"

"Are you a good wolf, or a bad wolf?"

"My dear, that is a question that has been ask much to often, and to answer it would take hours, perhaps days. The wolf shook the snow from it's long coat as if he were a rotating fifty-five barrel drum. "I'm hungry and thirsty, and you did ask for a friend and teacher didn't you?"

"Oh! So you have come in answer to my query about the book?"

"No sweetheart, I was just in the neighbor hood, thought I would drop by and introduce myself."

Ualaxy smiled, and the wolf smiled too.

"Then by all means, please wipe those hairy big feet of yours and come in."

"Thank you."said the wolf and he stepped into the cabin's living room. He stood by the stove, his coat dripping from the remaining melting snow that he hadn't manged to shake off.

"May I offer you something to drink? What do werewolves like to drink?"

Again the wolf smiled, showing his large white teeth. "My, my, my, you really do have a lot to learn don't you? You know nothing of the "skinwalkers" that live in the Northern Regions?"

"Skinwalkers? No. I can't say that I've ever heard of a Skinwalker? I saw a Skywalker once in the history files. Of course, that was aboard the spaceship before it crash landed on this planet."

"Surely you're pulling my tail." said the werewolf.

"Why I wouldn't think of doing such a think." she said putting her hands on her hips and arching a brow. That wouldn't be a nice thing to do now would it?"

Outside, and not far up the hill in the thick forest howls erupted. "Ahwooo, Ahwooo." A coral of howls arose in various forms of harmony, a rather wild and scary, "Ahwooo." trailed off into the night.

"Pay no attention to that dog-faced pack of rabbit chasers." said the Loup Garou. "They're looking for a free meal. Have you been throwing table scraps out the window?"

Ualaxy sheepishly nodded her head yes and smiled. "I couldn't let the poor things starve."

"You are not afraid of the Roux-Ga-Roux Voodo Hoodoost Queens?" ask the shaggy wolf.

Ualaxy shook her head. "Of course not. What a silly question. Why? Where I come from, we put collars around their necks and keep them as pets. Haven't you ever heard of the Iditarod wolf sled races of the Arctic regions on Earth?" Franky Naidanac and the Akaslan teams are the fastest and the bravest of them all."

The wolfs yellow eyes became very wide at the thought. His lips snarled, showing all his big white fangs.

On the back of the stove sat a crock pot of spiced cider that made the room smell of apples and cinnamon. Ualaxy had found the ingredients in the cabins kitchen cabinets. The cabinets were stocked with many things she had never see before. She had been use to eating and drinking the prepackaged food in tubes of tasteless nourishment while on board the ship. Now she enjoyed preparing real food an drinks that appeared by some kind magic.

"Do wolves here drink mulled hot apple cider?'

"A cup of spiced apple cider sounds good to warm my bones. Thank you."

"I can make you a chicken sandwich if you like."

"Ahem, apple cider and a chicken sandwich?

"Ahwooos" continued outside in the snowy night.

"Make sure you never throw any chicken to that bunch," the wolf twitched his long ears and nodded his head sideways towards the window that looked on the forest, "or they'll be hanging around day-and-night looking for more."

Ualaxy picked up the lamp and went into the small kitchen to fix a chicken sandwich. The werewolf wagging its tail was right behind her.

The Crystal Cave

Thirty-six had been contracted as crew members aboard the garbage scow and tow barge Interpret, only a handful remain alive. All the others were transmuted by the local life forms and then assimilated. Many exsanguated themselves, others walked away from the shelter of the ship to freeze to death in the subzero weather. Several of the crew members and myself found their frozen bodies while doing perimeter checks.
Why wouldn't they listen to me? I tried to warn them, but they wouldn't, or couldn't hear me, maybe they were just to far gone...lost in their minds. I heard the voices in my head, but blocked them out. Captain Kavne Olson was the first go. He began acting rather weired, as if always plugged in and talking to the ships computer, even tho he didn't ware a ear monitor. We all noticed when the horns...antlers started to erupt from both sides of his head. We joked about it and started called him, "Longhorn of North", and "Old Son Caribou", he didn't seem to care. And all the others? Similar things happened to them, one after another, they surrendered over to the ice planet and were transfigured in to different life forms. I watched in horror, not knowing at the time what to do, or how to help them. Captain Olson had done a remarkable job landing the garbage barge and he had tried his best to keep the crew safe from the arctic elements of the planets surface. I will always remember him as a hero.

I hope my journal entries will some day reach the hands of what's left of my family, so they will know what happened to me. My spirits are low, and I calculate my chances are slim-to-none of ever being rescued, in the mean time, it does make me feel better knowing that six of my friends and crew mates have a chance to make the outer rim of this planets star system. If their escape ship can make it to the rim, they may be picked up by an off-course merchant freighter, or even a military scouting vessel. At least they have a chance to reach home. Home. What a sweet word.
I can't say that I did not have knowledge of their mutiny and stealing of the escape pod. They were all officers, and I am a dime-a-dozen private with a low I.Q. No other ship would sign me on except the Interptet, and that was because I agreed to work for minim wages, and a chance to learn a trade. So who was I to interfere when they escaped. Six officers with a chance of survival, twenty-seven known dead, two missing and presumed dead, and me...not a very happy ending to what started out as a routine garbage transfer mission.

The wind has stopped howling, and so have those werewolf ghost things. The only sound is the tinging of the stove pipe which needs to be cleaned again. I have traveled down from the polar ice fields to the timber line, and am now holdup in a cabin that looks as if it may have been salvaged from an alien ship. Two observation windows look out on to a forest of mixed pine trees. Here the colour spectrum is different than on Earth. I have seen shades of colours, beautiful hues and tones that I have no words to describe. Many things have I paid close attention to while on this planet: anomalies of sounds, smells and even the taste of the food that substanes life. However, none of that really matters now. All scientific equipment used to measure such phenomena has been lost, left behind at the crash site. The science officers on board gathered as much data as they could.
I believe there is some kind of...what can I call it? Evil intelligence. At times it seems as if it is trying to take over my mind and body. The fact that it comes and goes is puzzling. I block it out by my will power alone. I think it has something to do with my genetic makeup. Both my parents were explorers of the off world space lanes. Their ship was lost in a meteor shower in the Orion sector. I was very young, yet still remember them. Once I had a image book with there pictures, a family album. It's to painful to look back now anyway. I hope they know how much I loved them, and I hope they can forgive me for not being smart, because the best job I could get was looked down on as worthless to most of the crew.
I did meet and shake hands with Mr. Vennie Verdi a couple of times. Mr. Verdi owns and operates the space garbage salvage franchise. His contracts reach just about as far as anybody has traveled in to space. He's a nice man, told me I should be proud of my work. "Doing the work nobody else will do shows character." he said. Maybe he says that to a lot of workers just to make them feel better about their jobs. He said, "Getting to the top of the heap may not be easy, but the view is great, and there's alot of money to be made in garbage." He should know, he is a very rich man.
Oh! I almost forgot to mention, I found an old book. It was tucked under a pile animal skins in the back of the cabin. I've been trying to decipher the language, but haven't made much progress so far. The maps and graphs are interesting. I wish I knew what the word "Tome" means. On the cover of the book is a strange metal medallion in the shape of a dragon. Some kind of green faceted gem stone is set in the dragons front claws, and it has small red stones for eyes. The books cover is made from a silver metal material. It's very sparkly when I hold the book up to the window light during the day, and strangest of all, it glows when this planets three sister moons rise at night.
I have no way of knowing how much time has passed sense I left the crash site and found this place. The compass, given to me by my father so long ago doesn't seem to work here, so I drove the land scout, until I found the cabin. Wow! No wonder my nick name is Lucky Ualaxy.
Guess I had better stop writing now. It must be getting colder, the small stove isn't putting out the heat it should and besides, I want to see if I can figure out some more of the writing in that old book.
One more thing, I just want to mention the lamp I use for light when it's dark. It too I found in the cabin under the animal skins that I now use for a bed. The lamp is very old and works by some kind of magic. Late one afternoon during a terrible snow storm, I was sitting by the fire wondering how it might work. In the dim light I said something like, "Please, I sure wish this old lamp worked, I could use some light to look over the writing in this book." I had the book sitting on my lap, and the lamp in my hands, and all of a sudden, the lamp started to glow with bright light. I said, "Thank You." I tried several nights after that and nothing happened. Now it works whenever I say, "Please", and "Thank You." It really is some kind of powerful magic.

Rambunctious Ransom

Broken whisky bottle on the front step,
Little girl tripping out the door.
What was I, four?
I still carry the scar.
Another slice of life.

Why do you touse at me,

My mixed blood family?

Gypsy nomad free,

That's why I fight.

Fear? You showed me fear.

I drove through the fear.

You showed me Heaven,

Then left me here to die again.

A game of pain, Life?

Keep your plowshear lie.

My roots are made of stone.

Clear water raft, dream rail,

I know the feel of thirst and hunger,

Pain.

Ave, my star of arrogance.

Recompense I cry.

Montana Wildlife and Parks

Standing on the observation ramp at the rim of "Old Pucker" in Montana's little known "Backwater Biosphere Reserve" is young Heviner McLeash. He stands poised on the brink of a new discovery. Racked with emotional pain from the loss of his older girlfriends flame of fanning affections, Heviner McLeash inches a toe forward.
"Don't do it boy." said a high pitched voice from behind him. "Step back from edge. "Ya never know when "Old Pucker" there is gonna blow off some steam. Trust me boy, you don't want to be standing there when she lets loose."
"Who are you?" ask the young man.
"Ranger Symone. I'll tell you my last name, but first step away from the edge cuz you're liable loose your balance laughing and fall into that there pit. You do have a sense of humor don't you?"
"Sometimes life sucks." says the young man. His voice sounds cold, without a spark of emotion.
"Hell boy, you should be here in the Winter time if you're feeling a little blue. Yes sir, when Old Pucker freezes over it's a real tourist attraction. People from all over the world visit the park just to get a look at that old ice hole."

"My girlfriend says she doesn't love me, and wants to break-up."

"Oh Poo!" says ranger Simone.

"My girlfriend says I'm boring." Heviner turns slowly to look at the park ranger dressed in her crisp dark green uniform. He notices the chin strap of the Smokey-the-bear hat she is wearing is real tight, her cheeks are sooth as a baby's bottom, compressed as if she just had a face-lift by a over zealous South American plastic surgeon. Several strains of bright red hair play peek-a-boo from her loose fitting hat band. The young man smiles.

"You drink coffee? I have a thermos of espresso in the jeep over there." she nods toward a new vehicle parked off the dirt road on the gravel parking lot. "You look as if you could use a little pick-me-up."

"Ya, sure." he says, and walks with the ranger towards the jeep.

Papa's Work

My father never owned a gun.

New Story

When winter weather is blowing snow and ice outside, and the chores are done for the day, it's time to write about those who stand guard on the rim of space.

Royaléloxiss is the most dangerous planet in the Asperon system. Owned and operated by the Candreamn Corporation and its many subsidiary companies, it is a world run by heartless, greedy overseers, who squeeze life's blood, sweat, and tears of sorrow from it's bound-and-chained contracted company workers. Little is known of the planets deep mine workers. They work long hours for little pay, while company's big shots reap huge profits and live in opulence.
Few have escaped from the mining planet. Most die from exposure to toxins found in the mines and from the exported food supplies shipped in from Chinchow, a large planet also found in the Asperon planet system.
In the years following the sighting of a twin-tailed comet that passed Royaléloxiss, a legend began to spread of a super race of beings who promised to return and help the plight of those sick and down trodden company workers. Unknown to the Candreamn Corporation, secret communications had been delivered to a few humans who were strong enough to mind-link with the alien race. Many of those contacted went mad, their brains scrambled like green seuss eggs in a mixing bowl. Others cowered in timorous fear, mentally not being able to accept what was revealed, or imparted. Those few who were able to understand grew stronger mentally and physically, thus escaping the labor planet by means of cleverly built space ships. They became adept fighters for an independent and politically free society. Under the cloak of secrecy they worked, creating fantastic tools and weapons while on board their resilient and reliable space ships. The aliens kinntet mind-link to those enhanced few, although at times weakened due to the Candreamn Corporation's network of satellites circling high in Royaléloxiss atmosphere, could not be broken. Using alien knowledge of anomalys in time travel, the fighters minds and bodies soon became immune to Royaléloxiss deadly toxicity.
The story you now read is true. Names have been changed to protect those who
continue to fight for change in the Asperon system.
The distinguished fighting ship Gargoyle had been stranded just over the Rim of space in Asperon territory for what seemed like an eternity. Her cloaking shields, and heavy anti sonic cannons had been damaged in an all out battle with enemy forces. The Gargoyle obscure drift was now surrounded by a squadron of freight and fighting ships, all of whom passed supplies and replacement equipment to her crew members as they worked at a fervent pace to restore her to space travel and battle worthiness.
"The Captain of the lalaliberty seship Tar Baby wishes tooto speak toooto you Captain."
Captain Dusty Bönus lifts her welding mask long enough to shoot the stuttering crew member a wicked glance. Her green eyes glowed in the high overhead lighting.
"Who the cares what the Captain of the Tar Baby wants. Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Yes caacapCaptain, but this isn't a babattle situation, and I'mmm nananot risking my being skewered by a sharp saber like a shshshish kebab by Captain baba Momba."
"Fiddlesticks." said Captain Bönus as she lowered her mask and expertly ran a bead of melting metal along the decking plate of the ships ammunition loading ramp. Quickly she flipped up the viewing shield. "Captain B.B. Mamba!"
Nowhere the Rim was there a person of any species that had not heard of the fierce and honorable Captain B.B. Momba of the red dragon society. She had been schooled in the ancient arts of the road warriors, and was a tree world witch from childhood. Captured, tortured, and confined in situations that would have driven less noble prisoner insane, she always escaped, leavening behind a trail of dead bodys. She, many times out battled small armies of the corporate overlords by stealth cunning and formidable personal strength. Captain Mamba aristocratic name and brave exploits is what space frontier legends are made of. Standing just under five foot, with raven hair and eyes so dark as to drown most who dared look in them longer than a quick glance, Captain B.B. Momba strikes fear into the hearts of young and old alike, no matter what their station, or status in life might be.
"Holy Shit, Of all the Hell Hole quadrants in space to choose from, how in the hell did she know I was here?" said the now befuddled Captain Dusty Bönus. "What is she wearing?"
"Fafafafull babattle ddress."
"Oooo! Sabers, black velvet, red sash, cork knee-high boots?"
"Yes!" said the trembling lieutenant.

Winter Blooms

When it's cold and gray outside, and even the falling snow doesn't seems to have much zeal or enthusiasm, my kitchen engenders the warmth and enjoyment of Spring.
I love to force Narcissus (Paperwhites) bulbs during the Winter months. They are easy to grow, reliable, and only take six weeks to bloom. I like to start a succession of potting bulbs every two or three weeks so my kitchen has a fresh supply of fragrant blooming flowers all Winter long.
If your budget is tight around the holidays, Winter flowers make great gifts. I like to think they add a dash of warmth to rekindle the smiles of friendship. To me, flowering paperwhites stand as a symbol that the cold and snow of Winter will all to soon turn to the warmer winds and rain of early Spring.
And for those few who take objection to the sweet scented aroma of Narcissus...Stay out of my kitchen! :)

Turkey Table Manners

Oh my goodness, I should have known those tracks in the snow weren't deer tracks, but peeping gobblers. Their table manners may be somewhat uncooth, and they do leave a mess and tend to just walk away without so much as a thank you. Do you know very many people who fit the same discription?

A whole flock of them stopped by again this morning. After ravaged the picnic table, leaving nothing for the other birds, they flew off in a hurry when I let Sarah out.

It started snowing not so long ago. It's coming down rather thick and heavy so I guess I should restock the picnic table and bring in a large load of fire wood to last through tomorrow.

December's Dream Team

Who's been peeking in my windows under the cover of night as I set at my desk writing? Look! They even left a trail of tracks in the snow to prove they were looking in my windows.
My four legged deer friends are always wondering about what I'm doing. Hay, it's good to know my friends care enough to keep an eye on me. I guess you could call them spy's, and yes, they are a little sneaky. Maybe curious is a better word for their behavior. Sometimes I worry about them, and want them to know I'm here to protect them so they can lead happy and healthy lives.
On Christmas night an unusual thing happened.
It was late in the evening and I was in the middle of a long conversation with a literary writer friend who lives in Baltimore. It was pitch black outside, and cold enough to freeze the boleadoras off a brass monkey. A vehicle slowly pulls to a stop out front next to my mailbox.
"Hold on a minute, I need to get my pistol." I said to my friend on the phone. "Somebody just pulled up out front."
I would tell you who it was stopping by to see me at such a late hour on Christmas, but you probably wouldn't believe me, so lets just say the person is friend of mine.
After explaining to my friend on the phone everything was okay, I hung up and proclaimed my joy at seeing my visiting friend. I usually don't get many visitors, and such a special visitor on Christmas night is always a sweet treat.
"You need my help?" I said, "Sure, I'll be happy to help you."
We worked together until the wee hours, stopping only once for several cups of espresso. I like mine with brown sugar and half & half.
Our task was not an easy one, and yet working together was a piece of cake. Because we had previous experience working together, we soon had the difficult situation under control.
Today my friend stopped by again with a present for me.
Now it just so happens that I've been wanting a coffee grinder, and sad to say, my coffee bean supply was running rather low. There is nothing like fresh ground beans to make a delightful cup of espresso on a cold winters morning to perk up ones spirit. My visitor's Christmas gift for me; a "new" Moulin Á Café (coffee grinder) and a bag of Sumatra Mandheling dark roast coffee. Yippee!
And in keeping with the spirit of giving, the next time I go into town, I'm going to stop by the feed store and pick up a bale of alfalfa and orchard mix hay, and maybe also bag of rolled oats to spread out on the picnic table for my four-legged late night team of friends. They enjoy stopping by to see me from time- to-time, and are always courious about my work. It's a comfort to know that even in the darkest hours, there are many loving eyes who are keeping watch so others may sleep in peace and safety. As friends, we keep an eye on each other you might say.
If you're a young hearted person who likes to make wishes on a far star during a cold winters night, please remember, wishes do come true if you work and ask the help of loving friends.

Driving Back to the Cabin

Woo Hoo! The tempature today was in the single digets hovering around zero, and it snowed. Just look at that gray sky, Mother Nature's blanket to keep the heat from falling to dangerous levels.
Sarah and I drove to town! What? You think thats no big deal? Ask Sarah. She loves to ride shotgun in the truck. I wish we had a horse and sleigh, because it was a perfect day for a sleigh ride.
I think it's going to be another warm night. Tomorrow is clean the stove pipe time, AGAIN.

-20 Below and Snow

After spending all day and a large part of the evening writing out a post, the program editor acts up. Bam! So much for machine programs. I'll try again later.
Hay God, if your up there somewhere and think your playing a little joke on me...UP YOURS!

Just in Time

Adventure!

It really is beautiful here. I love the snow even though at times it can be hard work keeping warm.

Today I'll venture into town for supplies for myself and a friend who lives not far away.

Clowning Around With Planet Earth

"Okey dokey pizza face, put your hands up. Higher! Reach for the stars, it's payback time. Which of you boozn' buffoons was laughing at my pink fuzzy pinafore? All you fat ass's now bend over and touch your toes, or take a zombie round between the eyes. Now reach for the stars. Now touch your toes again. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down."

"Keepm' busy Cheeta while I run a search on what these clowns have been up to. You boys better do what he says, Cheeta looks a little pissed off if you ask me, and he tends to have an itchy trigger finger."

Loud flatulent gas noises erupt as the clowns reach for the sky and bend to touch their toes.

"Ooh, peperoni and rotten' mushrooms! You nasty, nasty, boys. You're truly full of it. No wonder you're dressed in those over sized outfits." The monkey waves one hand back and forth to clear the air while still holding the automatic pistol in the other.

Marshall Elmo Hallberg and highway trooper Giuseppe Cheeta, cuff the fat arsed flatulent clowns and herd them into the back of a county police van.

Elmo shouts as the van drives away, "Don't worry boys, you'll be whipped into shape in no time, and I'll be keeping my eye on you when you return, so better mind your P's & Q's."

Giuseppe Cheetamozzi unzips his monkey suit. "I really dislike having to play the big ape part in these sting operations. I like the C.H.P. outfit better."

"You like to ware those polished motorcycle boots don't you?" Marshall Elmo laughs, "Stop by sometime soon, and I'll make you a cup of espresso with vanilla ice cream."

And so, as the afternoon light dims and snow falls gently on tall ciders , another days work is done. State Trooper Giuseppi Cheetamozzi and Marshall Elmo Hallberg have done their job of keeping the third planet from the sun safe from clowns who use, makeup, and sell drugs to children.

Bigfoot Country

The warmth of Indian Summer pivots.
Now the grizzly wheather is here.
Mountain highlands ware a shawl of placid white.
Days of blue skys and radiant starry nights,
Slow the sojourn tempered tempo to largo.
Bigfoot tracks her way to Winter's hideaway.
Home awaits in fur shared shieling.

Taking a Bite Out

"Woo Hoo" said Mr. Simpleton looking at his book, "You're blocked baby."
"Mr. Simpleton, are you afraid I'll intercept a van filled with contraband pink donuts?"
Simpleton scrached his spaceballs, belched, and ajusted his bandoleer.

Posh Porn and Blood Money

"Driving this baby will make heads turn." says the salesman. His greedy eyes glare at the well dressed women. A fast tongue quickly moistens his dry lips before showing a pricey chiclet smile that cost him almost a years salary.
"She's ah real beauty isn't she?"
"Thanks, but save the spiel. I already have a newer model collecting dust in my garage. I'm here to see my uncle Nick Cucci.
"Mr. Cucci is your uncle?" The salesman's voice has a quiver in his high pitched voice, he quickly adjusts his classic vintage silk tie that matches his London taylored suit.
"What are you a parrot?" The lady takes a deep breath and pauses a moment. "Please go tell my uncle I'm here, and that I need to speak to him right away. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, of course. He's in a meeting right now and ask not to be disturbed."
"What's your name?"
"Tony. Tony Giacamozzi."
"Haven't been here long have you Tony?" The woman runs her hand over the showroom car's rear fender, her red polished nails and high heel shoes are shade darker than the convertible roadster's flashy paint job.
"A couple of months." he said.
"You're cute Tony, and if you're smart, you'll run along and tell my uncle I'm here on family business.

Come On Get Happy

Get ready! New possibilities are on the horizon. Things are looking up, and a new day is dawning for the United States of America.

A little hope can go a long way to encourage those who just need a chance to show what they can do.

The stage is set, on with song and dance of politics.

Do you have your ticket to the show?

Amaryllis For Winter Blooms

When a blanket of white covers the ground, and it's oh so cold and gray outside, the large blooms of an Amaryllis will make a colourful statement to warm my kitchen.

Bushpilots Playing Chicken

Ready to take a ride on the wild side? Grab your stick and push it forward all the way, then we'll see who pulls up first.