‘There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts […] there’s fennel for you, and columbines. There’s rue

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‘There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts […] there’s fennel for you, and columbines. There’s rue
I was lugging these heavy old tatami mats across the pig and goat pen, to make a path over the earthen space in front of
I was stalked home by a white cat the other night. It was exceptionally odd- the cat would walk in the shadow at the edge
It started with a homecoming. Familiar city streets. Streets I’ve walked a hundred times before, where I can trace the road crossings and vending machines.
(Credit for all camp photos goes to English Adventure’s fantastic photography team. Thanks so much for all these.) I want to start with a vignette
Dear Diary, The days are long here in the cloudlands, but the mornings are breathtaking.