The list gets longer and longer. That’s the list of things to do, of course. You’d think, while we’re on lockdown, I’d be crossing things off my list by now. Not a bit of it. I suppose part of it
I was going to pick out another of the random title prompts from a few weeks back, but I looked at my calendar to check the date, and saw a picture of my guinea pig, Kevin, with a huge carrot
Yes, it’s Halloween, in case you hadn’t noticed. This week Chuck Wendig picked out the frenzy surrounding Ebola, and asked us to freak people out with disease. “1000 words of flash fiction. It should be horror. It should feature disease
So many spiders Catching flies in my garden. Get out of my hair! Yes, it’s that time of year when I can’t go out in the garden without breaking up the happy homes of many different types of garden spider.
Spring races onwards. Late eve’ning light and birdsong Keep gard’ners happy. It’s a busy time in the garden, but I can’t believe how tall these tomato plants were at the same time two years ago – this year mine
As you may know, I don’t do horror. I find it too scary. Keeps me awake at night revisiting it. There was a short story in a collection of Amazing Stories* once, called “You’ll wonder where the yellow went…” which
This is a Middle Grade SciFi book about gardening. Actually it is about escape from totalitarian regimes and a return to fresh food and freedom of choice to grow it, but on the surface it is just about 12 year
Jillian and her three collaborators in the Garden Club head off for a conference in a swanky hotel. Even though I’ve been to conferences in swanky hotels, it felt very alien to my lifestyle, but I suspect some of my