You might know how very fond I amof springthe very hopefulness ofthings to come,possibilities and almost daily surprisesbut lately I’ve been thinking how very lovelythe autumn can bechanging colours of course, appeal to the visual sensesand scents too, (much more…
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Season’s change and so do I the end of summer arrives, and thensuddenlyit’s fallwhere usually this comes with a feeling of dread, for methis year I seem to have just idly wanderedon throughas though someone’s left the door open… the…
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Mostly I wanted to tell you about the monarchshow every time we step outinto the front gardentheyappear and how it always feels likethe most honourablevisitto us, asendangered as now they are and also about the rabbitthat came into view last…
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Maybe I was hoping today,I wouldsitto write something, possibly evenof little importanceabout a day, like todaybut sometimes life justtakes over each small bit offree space probably I would have told you howthe sky was so blueand the air was a…
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On the morning of a day expected to beheating upsevere storms in the forecastI sit by the pondin a lovely light breezea peaceable smile, dogs at my feetwatching a monarch flutterand the oriolesin the trumpet vine, attracted to thesweetnessof bold…
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“I want to tell you about the most hopeful thing in the world. It is a seed.”~ Janisse Ray Our giant puppy has been collecting seedsby way of trampling through all the gardensthe fur behind his ears andon his neck…
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Thank you once again to the extraordinary talents of our daughter, so, so very happy with the new signjust now posted in celebration of the rewilding we’ve been working on! While all around us are manicured, constantly mowed, watered and…
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When one catand two of the dogs have me upway, way before the sunwhere most wearily, one is calledto begin a day, not yet dawningyou might then ask yourself, Whereis the light? when yesterday’s stench of decomposingmisogynistic infirmitywafting up from…
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This morning in the garden,I am thinking about how weharbour shame in our bodieshow we then come to coat ourselves with this shameas amour,how we righteously and continuously thrust it forthas shieldand wield it,fiercely and vigilantlyas swordand how in our…
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I’m not afraid to tell you,it’s been a really hard three weeksrelative to me, anywaywhere I will walk around with a label‘Functioning Depressive’ stamped and flashing subtle warnings, on the underside of awhite flag that I carry in defeat as…
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