By Shelly Patterson

When I first arrived on Anarchist Mountain in 2017 and walked the property we now call home, Mullein didn’t interest me in the slightest. To me, it was simply a weed.* It grew everywhere—fields of tall, sturdy…

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…

By Shelly Patterson

Every summer, the hillsides and meadows of Anarchist Mountain come alive with the vibrant magenta of fireweed. Towering on tall stalks, this wildflower is more than just a splash of colour—it’s a symbol of resilience. Fireweed (Chamaenerion…