This piece is inspired by William Faulkner’s novel, The Sound and the Fury – the novel and my backyard.
beside the pink… 26 more words
Much of what I used to classify as gardening consisted of picking up snails and throwing them into my neighbour’s patch. Until, that is, I read that snails will simply roll their eyes at this predicament, turn about on their slime, and make their way back again. 1,323 more words
The days may not be so bright and balmy—yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power. 338 more words