Collective noun November 13, 2019November 13, 2019 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots, cancer, climate change, ecology, gardens, History, poetry, politics, science I awake, each morning, to a shudder, of anxieties.
The hours November 27, 2018 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots, cancer, gardens, poetry An hour spent with chickens grazing in an orchard is an hour well spent, especially in old age.