Wet spurge
It sounds like some kind of medical condition, doesn’t it? “Can you save her, Doctor?” “We’ll do our best, My Lord, but as I’m sure you know, wet spurge is insidious, and the damage may already be too great.” R … Continued
It sounds like some kind of medical condition, doesn’t it? “Can you save her, Doctor?” “We’ll do our best, My Lord, but as I’m sure you know, wet spurge is insidious, and the damage may already be too great.” R … Continued
While the Boy Wonder was taking a pram nap this afternoon, pushed around the park by his doting grandfather, I went on a small bug hunt, and found some small bugs. In this case the small bug is a sweat … Continued
“Oh!” said the Boy Wonder (all other tactics for delaying our departure from the park having failed). “Flowers! Go look at the pitty flowers?” “They are lovely, aren’t they?” I said. “Beautiful.” “Byooful,” agreed B, attaching himself to the railing. … Continued
So it’s not only women who can do two things at once. I saw this hairy-footed flower bee fly into the dead-nettle patch, and stood at the edge of the flower bed, camera poised, waiting for him to come back … Continued
Back in the C19th it was fashionable to believe that you could tell what kind of personality someone had, or how they might behave, by looking at their facial features (physiognomy) and measuring their skull (phrenology). An Italian professor of … Continued