Every single one. Note the pruning cuts to separate the fruits from sharp angles, where they will be trapped and rot, and the edges of the twigs tipped to help the tree […]
Perhaps this is why she moved north long before peach and apricot, apple and pear, or maybe the monks who carried her along were big on thorns, blood and blooms. Symbolism can […]
The wet season is at its peak! Who needs wildflowers when we have leaves, eh.
These plants have gone wild from a garden above them. Not one is native here. They are native to Eastern North America. To survive in its illusion of seasons, White culture requires […]
There are no bees in Iceland, to lie on their backs and tickle them with their feet. Glad to help.
They leave a little grain behind … … and till it in with their digging, and it grows among the flowers.
Every house is a representation of a human body… … including social representations of that body … … and its cognitive sense of itself, inviolate in otherwise empty and invisible space… So, […]
We don’t need lawn. Or gravel. But what about thyme? No mowing. No watering. The thyme below is just growing at the side of the road. Flowers for the bees! Something for the […]
From the many … Rose Hips … the many … … that is one… … and from the one … … the one.
Time for tea. Mmmm! Mysteriously, the limestone solidifying in the quarry spring is the same colour. Fantastic!