‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Germaine Greer, White Beech: The Rainforest Years
'The forest is not just the trees, it is everything that lives in and on the trees, every fungus, every bug, every spider, every bird, every serpent, every bat... Morning Glories, Moth Vine, Mother-in-law’s Tongue, Mist Weed and Busy Lizzie.'
