Sleeping Beauty

We are in the inbetween-time, waiting for signs of life…

Interlaced

The veins of leaves and the networks of bare branches remind us of our own connection with the Universe. We are all interlaced. We are all important.

Murder in the flower-bed

Please note: this post contains descriptions of graphic violence against bamboo and hybrid tea roses. I am capable of a certain level of violence. There are crimes of passion when I have been pushed too far. Bamboo, for instance.  I hate bamboo.  We inherited a thicket of it growing along a short stretch of fence….