One or two little leaves, with a dusting of frost – so pretty.
Just the rakings from my front porch steps and short path to drive – not so much pretty, more pain in the bum. 401 more words
All The Flowers
Tuesday 11 November 2014 Armistice Day
Here we are again, sitting through this thing that used to be called Armistice Day. On the eleventh hour of this day in nineteen- hundred and eighteen, the grotesque slaughter of humans in Europe halted. 440 more words
Science, as an anthropomorphized entity, cannot stop searching. If science found what it was looking for, well then, science would be able to rest. Put another way, were science to arrive at the destination of knowledge — knowing how things work and why things are the way they are — science would come to an end. 687 more words