Beside the Waters
There is something about sitting by the water. It’s timeless and moving. Renewing and still. The paradox settles well with us. We’re creatures of water. […]
There is something about sitting by the water. It’s timeless and moving. Renewing and still. The paradox settles well with us. We’re creatures of water. […]
I came home to wilt. One sad basil plant, suffering on my all-too-sunny kitchen counter. It looked exhausted. And rather pathetic. I mentally added basil to my shopping list as I equally pathetically showered the shrivelled remains under the tap. I confess I did it with no hope at all.