THE BOTANICAL JOURNAL

In South Texas along the Pecos river, mighty canyons slice apart the desert floor. Since the time of dinosaurs, the erosive force of rains and floods have shaped the limestone canyons. Archaeological records date the earliest inhabitants...

In the fall of 2013, I met a Texas rancher named Peter Heyne while working in garden retail. Our relationship developed over a shared enthusiasm for plants and written words....

On a boundless Texas blue sky day in July, a mighty Oak stands gnarled by age and twisted with joy celebrating life for over a thousand years. The Goose Island...

Every spring, when the wildflowers begin to bloom and the days are filled with warm sunshine, Cody and I take a road trip. We dust off the canoe, gather our gear,...

Once upon a time, the tallest bird in North America, Grus americana, filled the Texas autumn skies. Tens of thousands of whooping cranes flew south every winter from Canada to...

A day after the clouds arrived, an Artic wind entered. Quickly, the temperature dropped. Gusts reached 20 knots in Palo Duro Canyon, intermittent with periods of calm. Around midmorning, Cody...

The Park Rangers called the day before to warn of an approaching snowstorm. Cody and I were excited to see snow for Christmas. The Park wanted to offer lodgings for...

Recently, a longtime friend phoned from California inquiring about the biking system in Houston. She had read an article recommending the trails to cyclists. As a bike rider, I knew...