A Charm of Bees To Tell Our Tales.

The summer that I turned 6 there were bees living under the floor of the wooden garage in the back garden of the house I grew up in. I can remember it so clearly. It was a proper, old fashioned garage, that would never been big enough for a modern car, but might have had … Continue reading A Charm of Bees To Tell Our Tales.

Climate Cacophony (And Why We Must Find The Harmonies)

I've been sitting looking at an empty screen for an hour, listening to the same song on repeat (Groceries: Mallrat, since you ask), pondering this post, and wondering how to begin it. The girls and I  had a long, blissfully exhausting day yesterday out by the river and among the trees with lovely friends. A … Continue reading Climate Cacophony (And Why We Must Find The Harmonies)