When The Trees Are Still – inconsequential ramblings #1

Sitting quietly in the garden at home, enjoying the pleasurable warmth of an untypical English summers day, I cast my eye over the flowers and plants, admiring their beauty. However, this particular evening, I become a little unnerved, sensing that something isn't quite right. My alcoholic beverage is still at a reasonable chilled level, so … Continue reading When The Trees Are Still – inconsequential ramblings #1