What a bucolic Solstice, sitting in the dappled shade, inventing our own genus and species.
We tried to nail the sounds, and to explain cow parsley to an alien.
We went into the woods, charting our history through lists of trees
We saw the wood for the trees, and the trees for the wood.
We went home happy, with new words and midge bites the size of small planets.
More pics and words on WRITING THE WOODS page.
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