Last week I wrote a post – summing up – in which I did a quick round up of some of my recent writing activities. I think I hoped to give the impression that I was a real busy bee. But not every insect that fumbles the flowers is a bee.Similarly, not all frantic activity … Continue reading “bees and birds”
All this fuss in the UK free press about a the girl who found a baby bat asleep in the padding of her bra and didn’t immediately realise it. She has my sympathy. Earlier in the year, I’d washed some jeans and hug them outside to dry. I didn’t notice anything odd when I got … Continue reading “of bats, bees and bras”
It’s always hard to know what to celebrate on May Day bank holiday weekend. Should we be watching out for witches hastening through the dark on their broomsticks on Walpurgis night? Should we be lighting the beacons for Beltane? Crowning the Queen of the May? Or dancing round the Maypole in honour of the start … Continue reading “May day (again)”
When I was a child, my family used to attend church regularly. The minister was a kind man who cycled round the town as he said it put him in closer contact with his parishioners than driving a car would. I don’t know how the adults felt about him, but I was a shy little … Continue reading “nature lessons”
I think there are certain flowers and plants that you just have to admire. True, I would probably immediately love the poppy for the inner contradiction it displays with the brash scarlet colouring and the paper-fine delicacy of its ballerina-skirt petals.