smultronstalle: a "place of wild strawberries"; a special place discovered, treasured, returned to for solace and relaxation; a personal idyll free from stress or sadness.
I absolutely love gardening. I love planting seeds and watching fragile little sprouts break out of their soil. I love potting a new plant, watching it flourish and grow. I love the smell of potting and gardening soil. I love eating vegetables that I grew myself. I love the “tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk” sound of a sprinkler system… Continue reading A complicated houseplant with emotions
I gazed around the room. At the front of the room stood the Sunday school teacher. In the chairs were the boisterous boys - always noisy, always pushing. Huddled together like a pack of young hens where the girls, talking and giggling. They were friends, each a piece of a complete little social circle. I… Continue reading I was not one of those girls
“We know now that in the early years of the 20th century, this world was being watched closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own. We know now that as human beings busied themselves about their various concerns, they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man… Continue reading 80 Years Ago, Earth was invaded by Martians
