Story 47: Stinging Nettles
At the far end of our own brick walled garden was a wooden gate that opened to a large churchyard. A network of narrow paths wound their way through rows of ancient graves, whose stones had, in some places fallen down and cracked, overgrown by ivy. Large Chestnut trees lent our street its name, and cast their deep shadows.
Stinging Nettles is a story about living in England, playing hide and seek in the graveyard, and about the good women who circled the wagon.
Coming Soon: Field Guide, Day 1 & 2
On a moonless, starless night, one of the only signs of an nearing dawn is whether I can see a hand in front of my face. The other indicator that day is within reach is the beginning of a reel of sounds unrolling. Some clever trick of unseen light, a simple click, releases today’s spool of sound: the mechanism springs to life, and sends its signal to the player piano.
Day 1 of Field guide is about signs and signals, and Field Guide Day 2 is about symbols.