No leaves. No fruit. Just twigs. Just a bundle of twigs sticking up out of the ground. That's what winter might mean to some pawpaw wat...

In our house, John James Audubon's The Birds of America (published in installments between 1827 and 1838) has been legendary. In part,...

This morning I needed to find an old journal of mine from 1999 for some writing I'm working on. So I got into a box of old stuff I keep...

Just quickly, I wanted to make a post showing some strings of pawpaw seed garland on our Christmas tree (you'll see one string front an...

This far outside of the home range, the pawpaw's seeds (if you have any) become kind of sacred. If you know the pawpaw's habitat (gr...

On Wednesday this week, the final two (of four total) pawpaws were soft enough to pick. We let them ripen in the normal privileged place on...

With the first pawpaw that our Wells cultivar bore (a few weeks ago now), we held the First Annual Utah Pawpaw Festival . But during th...