2016 Grateful 9
Being Irish, I have an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains me through temporary periods of joy. Words to that effect have been attributed both
WB Yeats
Trees. Death. Dying.
People in suburbia see trees differently than foresters do. They cherish every one. It is useless to speak of the probability that a certain tree
I got to name a gekko…
As I’ve long since passed my biological sell-by date, I’ve given up any thoughts I might have had of naming my children. I had always
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