Windflowers

Some objects fill our landscape, but we just don’t see them. Growing up in Northern Ireland these mounds were everywhere.  I can remember se...

Dear Friend (you know who you are!),  Doer of good remorselessly.  Placing wreaths on old graves.  Remembering lost ones over decades.  Tidy...

In many ways this Christmas sticks in your mind when disasters are spoken off.  The Mayan calendar ending  spanned a huge range of doo...