Memoirs of Mother Nature: A Life Woven in Stardust and Soil They call me Mother Nature, a quaint little name for one who has witnessed the unceremonious birth of stars and the quiet sigh of a forgotten leaf. I have no true age, for time itself is but a ripple on my vast, unending surface. Yet, I remember. Oh, how I remember. Each epoch, each grand turning of the cosmic wheel, is a chapter etched not