Includes gardening tips! No rain means profits are wilting at The Potting Shed, so Peggy Lee joins her mother on a "bone harvest" expedition for the local historical society. But she stumbles upon a perplexing mystery-how a fellow volunteer became a corpse with curiously red lips.
When Peggy Lee's mother joins the Shamrock Historical Society, Peggy is volunteered to harvest bones and invaluable artefacts fromthe dry Lake Whitley. But soon a group member uncovers one of their own - a corpse with curiously red lips.
No rain means profits are wilting at The Potting Shed, so Peggy Lee joins her mother on a "bone harvest" expedition for the local historical society.
She made another turn at a McDonald's franchise and drove back to the motel. She parked in the far corner of the lot and slouched in her seat to watch the room Barbara had entered. She was convinced that Marty Rustman was in there with ...
Sonny brushed the ribbons away . “ Get out of my face . ” Denise laughed . “ You can't not go to Nantucket , Sonny . ” “ Sez who ? ” Sonny spit off to one side . “ Says everybody . You're , like , part of the team .
It is for this reason that the psychoanalysts Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung used fairytale to try to understand the mind. Jung in particular focused on fairytales for he developed the concept of the collective unconscious, a theoretical ...
Francis Pettigrew, a former barrister and sometimes amateur detective, is plucked out of what promises to be a peaceful retirement in the Home Counties to deputise for the County Court judge.
In this world tour of folklore and ancient art, Varner examines the images we give to the spirit of nature and explores this important aspect of human perception.
... yews are connected with the allusive ' long sleep ' . In Brittany the roots of the yew tree are said to grow up through the eye sockets of a corpse , keeping the dead pinioned in the ground and preventing them from rising from their ...
Myth blends with science in this inspiring story of one man's crusade to preserve the ancient and revered, yet recently threatened, yew tree.
... yew, that graspest at the stones And dippest toward the dreamless head, To thee too comes the golden hour When flower is feeling after flower; But Sorrow--fixt upon the dead, And darkening the dark graves of men,-- What whisper'd from ...