All that sound,
All that fury:
Nothing but a puppet
Jigging poorly on
An empty stage.
Who, in their right mind,
Would be king of that?
Fire can be an axe.
Names can be daggers,
Used in darkness.
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Garden Blog of the Year 2016
Welcome to my world: digging, harvesting and other stuff
for your family
The evolution of an old farmhouse, an American woman, an Englishman and their dog.
If you could go anywhere you wanted, where would you be headed right now?
boots of salt and plow blades
blowing through the cobwebs of my mind
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Writing the Wrong, Right, and Ridiculous
... it's all about feelings ...
Life after the Care Farm
The most Dangerous plant to sleep under is the water lilly
Local History for Great Wyrley and Surrounding Areas
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
introspection & reflection, poetry & prose