la vie en straw

There was a big black bank of cloud hanging across the horizon that morning. I should have recognised a portent when I saw one. Nevertheless...

Early March. It’s that miraculous time of year once again when the bushes and trees are in blossom. It doesn’t last long, alas, but while ...

During the not-so-merry month of January I turned into a hermit crab: one of those solitary creatures that quietly goes on with its own busi...

At last, a real winter. It was even snowing here when I began this on Woden’s Day, the 7 th of yet another new year. We haven’t had snow ...

December already. Another 12 months have almost ratcheted by, soon to be consigned to the annals of history. The March of Time! , as the s...