Little Pyres Everywhere (with apologies to Celeste Ng)

A few days ago I mentioned that the piles of heaped up brash, stripped twigs and branches left over by the timber harvester looked like tiny witch burning pyres. I smiled to myself when the thought emerged, as it was hard to imagine anything so brutal in my undisturbed little glade.     However, theContinue reading “Little Pyres Everywhere (with apologies to Celeste Ng)”