Blurry birds… A female crest and two pairs of finches.
Gazebo
This room  Safe  Without walls
Almonds and Monkey Nuts
It rained the last two nights.
Overwhelm
The world is too much.
Reinterpreting the Trolley Problem
Life and death are mostly incomprehensible, though we often try to convince ourselves otherwise.
Leap Day Lament
Normal exhausted out of time
Lines on the Landscape
A splurge on the back page Or the back of a dismissive hand
Snowdrops
Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
Bird Watching
An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass
Tales from the Rubble Bank
The rubble bank is exactly that: a peculiar, linear, broken brick and excavated, relocated dirt mound at the top of our garden.
