The Story of the Liar and the Berry Bush_Back to Life_Shadows across the Water_Neither Lowly Nor Hum
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The Story of the Liar and the Berry Bush
Once upon a time, in a little town in the hills beyond the city, there lived a family. The father was a carpenter and made all the furniture for all the people that lived in the little town. He was well-liked by everybody, and almost every night he was thanked by someone whom he had helped. The mother was a seamstress and made all the dresses for all the women that lived in the little town. She too was well-liked by everybody, and almost every morning she was thanked by someone whom she had helped. The son was a student and made all the trouble for all the people that lived in the little town....
Back to Life
In this part of the world, winters can start awww.onedoor.ccs early as mid-October. The days start getting shorter. The sun sets earlier. The cold kicks in. You see less people walking past sunset. It gets really quiet. It feels like the town is in hibernation. If ever the snow starts even earlier, then, a few, like me, we don’t leave the house anymore. In my case, I have a contract with my employer where as soon as the first snow fall arrives, I am allowed to work from home. Till when? Till winter ends. So easily, I stay home from November 1st, sometimes as soon as October 10th, till at least till Apri...
Shadows across the Water
Darkness arrives quickly here. I expected to spend all my days watching the sun rising up on one side of me and sinking again to the other. I now regret every day I took it for granted, paying little attention to its stately procession at the top of the sky during summer, its furtive low dash in winter, and all phases in between. When our last visitor leaves, an attendant checks nothing’s missing and makes sure we’re behaving ourselves. Then they switch off the lights, including the spot which burns into my eyes all day. I wish they’d move it. Just a little, either direction would do. If onl...
Neither Lowly Nor Humble
I hope you are ready to hear the story of an endangered species. I hope so, because it's my story and I really want to tell it. People need to know about me.Furbish’s lousewort - in Latin, Pedicularis furbishiae, here to tell my story. I may not be beautiful, but I am Maine’s only endangered plant. Other plants may be threatened, but I am the one who is teetering on the edge.Please don’t tell me you don’t care or that I’m just a weed and not a very pretty one. Do not tell me I don’t matter, because I do. To prove it, please allow me to explain where I live. I hope you will be patient with me.M...