Get A Grip
When you think about it, you’d surely agree roots are amazing things. Yesterday, during my morning exercise, I contemplated roots while I walked. I allowed my thoughts to follow the path of least resistance, seeking […]
When you think about it, you’d surely agree roots are amazing things. Yesterday, during my morning exercise, I contemplated roots while I walked. I allowed my thoughts to follow the path of least resistance, seeking […]
I’ve often posed this question, alas without response. Little wonder really, since current thought has it that human/plant communication is still a one way street – the verbal side of it […]
I simply ask because it’s so easy to go through our days lulled by routine. You may have risen from your bed this morning, showered and had breakfast, gone to work, […]
They found him today. Hanging from a tree. I seek solace but not in my garden. It is far too small to contain my anguish, my howl against the utter […]
Have you ever pondered just what constitutes a garden? Certainly more than the plants that grow in it or the humble gardener who attends them. For me, a garden is […]
I don’t know about you but I like the ‘idea of elevation’. I like the way the phrase dances off my tongue and makes my synapses sing. It brings to […]
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