The Hedgehog – A Barometer for Climate Change
Sun baked; desiccated husks hung on the fence amid a dwindling vulpine aroma. Their eyes had long gone, and the spark vanished, leaving empty sockets.
The urge to explore and celebrate all the kinds of lives of Planet Earth is stronger than ever, but the environmental and ecological crisis demands we also lift our eyes, and our voices, to species extinction and habitat loss, to what is happening to the forests and hills, the rivers and seas, our streets and gardens. The writer’s instinct to pay attention has never been more vital. Literature can help us to see the natural world – and our place in it – differently.
Sun baked; desiccated husks hung on the fence amid a dwindling vulpine aroma. Their eyes had long gone, and the spark vanished, leaving empty sockets.
I’m looking out of the window. It’s the end of January. The trees and bushes are dancing to a wind that’s hung around for days.
When I was a child, my mother made a milestone. It is a sculpture wrought of metal, an arch topped with an inverse arch.