The small, out-of-history,
Far away lights in these
Big, darkening skies make
Reassuring noises; the shadows
Do not clash and threaten.
The horizon is a pale-line queen
Swooning beneath a ripped-tissue
Curl of early-spring-promise moon.
The crocus road is longer, much longer
Than I could have expected and I start
To fall towards a gentle, butterfly death.
Adventures in the life of an English allotment
Original Nature + Culture Photojournalism
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 dogs.
If you could go anywhere you wanted, where would you be headed right now?
surfing my tsunami
blowing through the cobwebs of my mind
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Writing the Wrong, Right, and Ridiculous
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
Posts about old Hollywood, current concerns
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