From Garden to Forest
IN THE GARDEN Searching for a herb named solace; they say it grows in hard ground; I am sure it used to grow here, somewhere. It goes with nearly everything. Perhaps it is nowhere to be found. Better than heart’s ease, growing among honesty and patience.
THE HUNGOVER FOREST
(In memory of naturalist Gerald Durrell, who wrote The Drunken Forest in 1956)
The Australian forest wakens; crapulous, hungover; the koala sleeps it off in a nook of his tree, stuffed with gum le...