As forecasted (good on you, meteorologists), snow has arrived. It began snowing early this morning while I was out doing the farm chores and continues even as I write this post. Now it actually looks like winter…and – better yet – it sounds like winter.Continue reading “Haiku: The Sound Of Snow”
Gaston knew he had to hurry. It was searingly hot already, and it was only early morning. A small snail like him could become a dried husk in no time if he couldn’t get to a place of coolness and damp, so he sprinted – well, as much as a snail can sprint – toward what seemed to be a wet haven in the Green.Continue reading “Short Read: A Snail’s Search, Part IV”
Among the growing grass littered with tiny flowers, where it’s quiet and dewy, violence occurred. All that was left as testament to the life of a rabbit was bits of velvety brown fur; of a songbird, bright yellow feathers, strewn upon the ground.Continue reading “Haiku: Evidence Of Endings”
It’s a hot and sunny morning here, and the chicory is very happy, beaming in the dappled light. Hope your Friday is a good one!