Life and death are mostly incomprehensible, though we often try to convince ourselves otherwise.
Writing a Rock Garden
It’s approaching three months since I last wrote anything in my gardening journal. Since I last wrote anything at all.
A Sunday Garden Snippet
Today is a day for thinking about doing. Not actually doing. Just lazily reading about it:
Stresspunk’d
Still. Pensive. Synaptic- Line’s eye’s furnace of white flickering colts
