This week the Last Word on Nothing, usually riffing on the theme of science, marked a week where we talked about anything but.
Guest Judith Lewis Mernit traces Easter traditions to their odd combination of origins in a dead man risen and a fertility goddess.
Rose spends her leisure hours in vicarious bladesmithing competitions. Followed by lots of chopping.
Thirteen is a magical age for venturing into self sufficiency, and the best place to do it is on the land.
The much vaunted cherry blossom bloom is fleeting, and so is one lifetime’s chance to experience them.
I use an advent calendar to mark the completion of a project. How about you?
Photo by our own Helen Fields