Chorus
There are frogs in the bottom of my garden – more noise than fairies make
Crows deserve their bad reputation but we introduced lambs here
Let them eat insects Read More »
1816 was the year without a Summer. I’d like another.
Summer is coming. Bummer. Read More »
All economies now are like sewerage farms built on river banks
Rolling down the river Read More »
A tree carries its age in stress lines through its core, just the way we do
Ringing down the years Read More »
Eagles hunting in the valley – much alarm and diversion below
The eagle has taken off Read More »