Today is labelled the shortest day of the year. But wouldn’t it be way more fun spending these few, fleeting hours of sappy sunlight savouring the anticipation of the longest night of the year? After all, back in the day (I’m talking a couple thousand years ago), the winter solstice was celebrated as the turning…
What would it sound like if you took a thin slice from a tree trunk and played it like a vinyl record? Would the tree rings work somehow like the grooves in a record? In case this has been a burning question for you, you’ll be pleased to know that there are several YouTube videos…
They’re baaaaack. In the last couple of days, my windowsills have accumulated drifts of tiny black bug corpses. I’ll clean up the mess one day and there’s that much more the next day. I always thought of this buggy onslaught as a spring ritual so I decided to find out more about why these critters,…
Nope. Nothing’s changed since yesterday. The garden is still frozen. Old snow is not pretty. Poets wax on about the beauty and stillness of winter but I’m thinking it’s time to move on. Sydney Eddison, writer, gardener and lecturer, wrote: “Perfection in life and in the garden depends on a counterpoise too fragile to maintain…
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