by Shelley Patterson

Out walking here on Anarchist Mountain, as the snow recedes quickly but true spring growth still feels out of reach, I’ve been noticing low-lying clusters of burgundy, red, and lime-green glossy leaves exposed now on the damp…

By Shelly Patterson

Living on Anarchist Mountain, we are surrounded by a diverse forest that changes with each season. One tree stands out this time of year because it appears lifeless. Scattered generously across the mountain, larch trees now look…

By Shelley Patterson

I must admit, these dense and prolific shrubs have often annoyed me. More than once I’ve tripped over their tangled branches, or attempted to pull one out only to discover that the roots simply refuse to budge.And…

By Shelly Patterson

As this unusually mild fall lingers on Anarchist Mountain, many of us have found ourselves gifted with a little extra time—time to clear away low branches, tidy up deadfall, and dream up fresh ways to welcome the…

By Shelly Patterson

Autumn on Anarchist Mountain carries its own kind of beauty — the air crisp, the colors shifting, and flashes of red berries dotting the hillsides. Among the most striking are the rose hips, the hardy fruit of…