Love hasn’t happened yet, and I reckon that it never will, because I’d rolled around this earth for over thirty years now, and, still, I hadn’t see one single love that’s worth my time. 197 more words
Making a Recovery...
I can’t decide whether I’m excited or not at the prospect of a live action version on The BFG by Roald Dahl (I’ve just realised he was way ahead of his time with the acronym usage, BTW). 879 more words
The sac-like galls found on Staghorn and Smooth Sumac are anywhere from marble- to ping pong ball-size, and usually become obvious in late summer when they often acquire a rosy pink blush. 124 more words
(Please note. I chopped this article together quickly. Partly because I wanted to have something out that could be vaguely defined as Halloween-themed. But it also fits with the slapdash and hurried nature of the subject matter.) 1,995 more words