An update on my living fence experiment. It’s alive ….
DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask Kylius The first thing that struck him was the snow. A fierce blizzard whipped a flurry of snowflakes through the chill air, partially obscuring the dark stone buildings that framed the narrow street. He looked back but could no longer make out the gate, as if it […]
I’m experimenting with a living fence along the southern boundary of my garden. In England I would have used willow for this task but it doesn’t grow here so I’m trying glory cedar (Gliricidia sepium) instead. Fortunately after I had finished this first section it rained so I’m hopeful it will grow. Though it should […]
DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask the nomad “No need to apologise,” said the gatekeeper. “How about detective ?” “Monsieur ?” “We have needed a new detective for a while. And I know of a case that has just come up. The Chief of Police is understaffed. It would really help if you […]
DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask the nomad He had walked for about an hour along the old road before the wall of the town finally came into view. It was so tall and imposing that it seemed to rise from the earth and touch the clouds. As he approached, the nomad could […]