Bitter...Sweet...Bittersweet...Sweet...Sweetbitter   

We were scratching our heads. Were they cabbage seedlings? Rocket? Whatever they were, these mysterious plants were doing extremely well. Lush green leaves, no insect-nibbled holes – an advertisement for all things wholesome and healthy. 

MORE

My Nose for Wood   

I knew it had to happen...

For the past 15 years the house had been crying out loud, drowning me in guilt whenever I stepped onto the dull brown patches, the painfully deep scratch marks and the mysterious bobbly dents.

MORE