
Snail in lockdown surveys its altered kingdom ~less consumables~ Where have those posh flowers gone? Are the gardeners on strike?
Snail in lockdown surveys its altered kingdom ~less consumables~ Where have those posh flowers gone? Are the gardeners on strike?
Breathe deep. Look skyward. Nature reclaims the airways. Forget-me-not blue.
Vapour cLouds up high... we scribble the world's future with metal crayons.
Snail shells, ornate, laid bare in February, their seals intact. Succulent shoots break cover; gastropod heaven ascends.
Materialised overnight, huge lump of coal in garden border. Inked carbon slick with rainfall, December too warm for snow.