I may have lost all hope in science in the last days – no wonder as I told the doctor explicitly about a food allergy and I gave my valuable blood. All for a negative for house mite dust – still I discover new adventures in the world of nature; books with rich content (time for a new list). My interests have affirmed a new, modified bond with science.
How about William Burroughs – Naked lunch, Peter Ackroyd – Hawkmoor (beware of the spelling here), or even Caspar Henderson – The book of barely imagined Beings.
But while I have always been a book worm in the warm moist mud I began to grow more plants and flowers for the summer season. And, hopefully a few magnolia tree seeds feel well in their new home.