Emily

A struggling buck, one field beyond, by woods, tore his antler from his head. The time had come now for a newer pair, more points. He cast the antler in the meadow, stood a moment in relief, then tore away unbalanced, with the other antler still in place. He had smelled a field away my…

A Day of Scented Thyme

Jasper, come now down the broken stone stair! I can’t prove that coming is better than staying; but I think it’s worth saying,and just worth a care, that between every stone, hairy lemon thyme grows: I’ve crushed some already beneath my bare toes. You think it’s no virtue to please one’s nose. Still it’s no…