A House Is Not A Home Until

By Neglecting Our Garden, We Are Storing Up For Ourselves, In The Not Very Distant Future, A World Catastrophe As Bad As Any Atomic War, And We Are Doing It With All The Bland Complacency Of An Idiot Child Chopping Up A Rembrandt With A Pair Of Scissors.

What Fools We Are, Eh? What Fools, Sitting Here In The Sun, Singing. And Of Love, Too! I Am Too Old For It And You Are Too Young, And Yet We Waste Our Time Singing About It. Ah, Well, Let's Have A Glass Of Wine, Eh?

Gradually The Magic Of The Island [corfu] Settled Over Us As Gently And Clingingly As Pollen.

You Cannot Begin To Preserve Any Species Of Animal Unless You Preserve The Habitat In Which It Dwells. Disturb Or Destroy That Habitat And You Will Exterminate The Species As Surely As If You Had Shot It. So Conservation Means That We Have To Preserve Forest And Grassland, River And Lake, Even The Sea Itself. This Is Vital Not Only For The Preservation Of Animal Life Generally, But For The Future Existence Of Man Himself - A Point That Seems To Escape Many People.

Among The Myrtles The Mantids Moved, Lightly, Carefully, Swaying Slightly, The Quintessence Of Evil. They Were Lank And Green, With Chinless Faces And Monstrous Globular Eyes, Frosty Gold, With An Expression Of Intense, Predatory Madness In Them. The Crooked Arms, With Their Fringes Of Sharp Teeth, Would Be Raised In Mock Supplication To The Insect World, So Humble, So Fervent, Trembling Slightly When A Butterfly Flew Too Close.