My ball is in a bunch of fern, A jolly place to be; An angry man is close astern- He waves his… — A. P. Herbert Copy Share Image
Time overlaps itself. A breath breathed from a passing breeze is not the whole wind, neither is it just the last of… — Ken Kesey Copy Share Image
“Sadie scanned the wild tangle of greenery surrounding them. Ferns were striving towards the light, spiraled stems uncoiling into fronds. The sweet… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
There are no medium-sized trees in the deep forest. There are only the towering ones, whose canopy spreads across the sky. Below,… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
On the first day of May the people of the crofter townland are up betimes and busy as bees about to swarm.… — Alexander Carmichael Copy Share Image
So, if people didn’t settle down to take up farming, why then did they embark on this entirely new way of living?… — Bill Bryson Copy Share Image
