Summer walks with the children.
Waiting by the ocean Waiting by the shore Clouds are hanging, cloaking Sunlight, grey and raw. Beach lies glinting wetly Tide breaks like a sigh Pebbles crackling, crunching ‘Neath the slate tile sky Winkles, whelks and starfish Rays and sprays and gulls Bladderwrack and… Continue Reading “Take me to the Ocean”
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:
Re-sharing for #mondayblogs as we’ve been feeding the birds more and more recently, now it’s becoming colder. We’ve also inadvertently been feeding the squirrels too. Read the original post here.
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”
Sweating stress from a heavy day at the office, as I walk into my garden there is that immediate relief of being enclosed by one’s hearth and home. My little boy is away at his father’s tonight, so there is an itchy emptiness, but… Continue Reading “Friday 13th, Lucky for Some”