Flora’s Revenge

If you go around implying that someone’s daughter is a flirtatious flibbertigibet it is reasonably predictable that her father won’t be too impressed. Now if dad happens to be Zeus you can probably expect the odd thunderbolt and the wrath of the whole pantheon of gods. I knew I was in trouble when the ravens … More Flora’s Revenge

Northern Spring

If the wheel of the celestial seasons turns on the axis of a pomegranate* it is not too surprising that spring is as contrary and unpredictable as any daughter of Eve. In the north she arrives as a thawing ice maiden suffusing the dark skies with a soft opalescent light as she is release from … More Northern Spring