It’s kinda beautiful, in its own way. I guess. Especially how the spines shimmer in the moonlight. I should have noticed them sooner. Its voice is melodious and lyrical despite all the booming intimations of pending digestion. With the recent … Continue reading
Hurricane Katy hit the British Isles with a lot of her strength intact. I saved a few things but I have no idea what seedlings lived and which ones are gone for good. Only time will tell. After the slug … Continue reading
The family paraded past my latest offering one by one: “Her eyes are grey like mine.” said Mother Sky. “Her hair soft and flowing like my lightest touch.” said Mother Wind. “And her shape is all hills and valleys, akin … Continue reading
