Our little windowsill of curiosities

Our little windowsill of curiosities


“You know why trees smell the way they do?” Murphy asked, looking up from her hammering.
“Sap?” Logan guessed. “Chlorophyll?”
Murphy shook her head. “Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. Sp when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years’ worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach Earth. That’s why trees smell so beautiful and old.”

“You know why trees smel…


I love the random magical things that life throws in one’s path. I’m sitting all cosy in my bed listening to some trad Irish folk being played by a live band at the jubilee street party the next road over. 

They’ve just started a Beatles song.