Being interwoven.

Mr and Mrs Fluffy. I asked about the kids but they didn't tell me.

Yup, the Crazy Crone strikes again.

A Dryad's Saddle, we think.

Three and... someone with a bad limp...

...or might if I weren't focused on the Merlin app.

In my third favourite local wood (there are no poplars, but I can actually walk through it), I came across a lot of signs of damage to...

Even the insects wear their hearts on their sheaths.

On the other side of the fence. The other-than-human one.

He sits up, like a dog Leaf-thin skin antennae listening Then - couchant - he is earth, he is log But mere matter cannot move from here...

I guess this is for people who can't read maps.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Crone sits with Crow. Crow is not interested. Crow likes biscuits and suet pellets. Crone wants enlightenment. She believes that by...

A mother.

The peace of the reservoir's northern shores.

A dock leaf longer than my forearm.

Lilac at my Dad's - a shoot from mine, if I remember right.

Again, a row had fallen. Again, they were coming into leaf. Again, the sweet scent of lemon-sherbet.

I can kind of see the elephant's head, eye and trunk there...

Life is green.