So why write? Because I think I have something to say and well it needs to come out. Otherwise it just goes round and round in my tiny head.

I am annoyed. Everything sounds better in my tiny head. Writing the words is difficult, they are horribly hard to find or refind?

If you have stumbled across this, well it might be because it is about wild things and us, and how the whole beautiful messiness of humans is not surprisingly… making a mess.

So here is is, with a whole lot of vanity and hope. Perhaps more humans will pay more attention to Tending For Wild Things. I can but try.