Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Oh to be a bee Buzzing happily Fat and fluffy (I’ve got that covered) Getting shit done Sweetness in every job Nectar, pollen, honey Head in the flowers Resting in the sun Flying in a physics-defying manner Goddess-kept and loved A busy, buzzy, bee… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 26: Bee”
A witch of the wind I’ve always been Smelling out the change in seasons Through the breaths between the words The inhale before each breeze Which leaves a blossom scented stillness Or in autumn, the petrichor of rotting leaves and rain Or in winter,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed”
I’m writing about Self Heal, prunella vulgaris, for next month’s Pagan Pages. I’m lucky enough to have some of the herb crawling over my lawn, and was even luckier to get this lovely visitor when I popped out to get some photos:
Jim, Nathan and I made the most of the sun by heading down to Temple Newsam Home Farm in Leeds. Nathan befriended a sheep and was freaked out by the apiary, which I, conversely, found fascinating. We saw baby rabbits, squirrels and had a… Continue Reading “Summer Adventures: Temple Newsam”