Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Under windswept trees I close my eyes I am surrounded by the seas. Oceanic, Sweeping over Through Beyond me. Beeches, No beaches But the waves are the same. White horses gallop Through my tired mind. I am surrounded by the seas. Rushing towards Blinkered… Continue Reading “By the Sea”
That’s the silver birch in my new back garden, and that’s a string of fat balls hanging off the stump of a recently pruned branch. You see, I moved recently, and it was incredibly stressful. I’m still in a mind-numbing dispute with my… Continue Reading “Feeding the Birds”
Where I dwell Is forest, lake and moss Is grass and mud And paths well tracked Renewed with rain Yet strain and pain Are the stained glass In the window My face is pressed against. When I dwell On past and present Voices raised… Continue Reading “Dwell”
Save the date: 29th April 2016, publication of Pagan Portals: Celtic Witchcraft. Artwork by the wonderful Kirsten Savage.
Brian Cox of New Zealand seems to have taken the phrase ‘Nature is my church’ somewhat literally…with beautiful results. From BoredPanda.
…stripping elderberries off their stalks. Tedious but worth it in the end! What am I going to make?
My friend took me for a walk around New Galloway, and amongst the brambles and cow parsley we found beautiful meadowsweet, also known as mead wort or Queen of the Meadow. Although a useful herb, especially to a home brewer like myself,… Continue Reading “Meadowsweet”
This orchid has been with me for about eight years, but hasn’t flowered for around five of those. So the below picture pleases me greatly.
My beautiful friend Carol took us to a Red Kite feeding station near Laurieston. My iPhobe camera wasn’t really up to the task but I was quite pleased with this shot.