Tonight is Midsummer's Night. The midpoint of the year, the longest day when summer reigns supreme and the countryside is lush and fecund. The hedgerows are full of singing birds, heavy with overhanging elderflower heads and honesuckle. Tiny nuts are growing on the hazel and the rowan has exchanged its pink confetti for little green … Continue reading Midsummer Magic – Fire rituals and Faeries
The deck is covered in confetti - miniscule petals of pink and white are scattered across the boards and the corner seat where I sit sipping my first coffee of the morning. A pigeon coos from the large nest in the willow tree and birdsong reverberates all around me. Bank holiday weekend and all is … Continue reading Under a Cobalt Sky
The first day of May was heralded with birdsong and bright, bright sunshine. After a month of heat and cold, scorching days and downpours, April had left the building. She slipped away with her dappled raincoat under her arm without a backwards glance. The swallows were waiting for her passage before once more taking up … Continue reading Those Darling Buds of May
Happiness is a cup of herbal tea on a wooden bench beneath an overhanging rowan branch. It's the slight breeze rippling down the hill that kisses the back of my neck. It's in the quiet country road and the cyclist who passes the gate in his own private world. It's in the stretch of the … Continue reading Mindful Musings
I sat out out on the deck for the first time this year. There was sun, there was warmth. I opened the patio door and wandered out in my socks. A coffee in one hand, a notebook in the other. I can't remember the last time I sat on the bench, looking out at the … Continue reading A Little Heat
So, March - it's about bloody time. I thought we'd never see the back of February! And I'm not talking about the WiHM promotion - that was great, loved every minute of it. No, I'm talking about all those grey, miserable days, when it was hard to tell the difference between twilight and morning. The … Continue reading Here, Hare, Here – March Arrives and it’s about time.
It's finally arrived. You can't get through a doorway in our house without being brushed by a large felt spider leg or getting skull tinsel in your hair. The skull (cement, not real, I'm ghoulish but not that ghoulish) has been smiling from pride of place on the mantel beneath the black leaf garlands … Continue reading Happy Hallowe’en – Pumpkins and Dark Fiction
Tossing and turning at 3 a.m. The bed is warm, not cosy-warm but fever-warm. The duvet holds me down, traps me as I toss about. And thoughts are black shadows at the edge of my dreaming - repeating as mantras, chanting and chanting until a migraine lurks on the periphery. Forced out of bed, I … Continue reading Restless Sleep, Moon-Dogs and Herbal Tea