WINIFRED SNOWE AND THE TREE
Balthazar Embolism was a tree growing in a woodsy setting. On many afternoons, Winifred Snowe, local crone, would visit the tree’s glade and engage Balthazar in conversation. ‘Oh, Balthy, you would never speak to me again if once you gazed upon my face,’ stated the crone one day. ‘Poff,’ retorted the tree. ‘A friend now […]


