In the black furrow of a field I saw an old witch-hare this night; And she cocked a lissome ear, And she eyed the moon so bright, And she nibbled of the green; And I whispered “Wh-s-st! witch-hare,” Away like a ghostie o’er the field She fled, and left the moonlight there. Walter De La…
As I reflect on this year and absorb world news more than I have ever done before, I have come to the conclusion that we would all be better off if we live our lives more simply and more creatively. Here is my little knitted heart for you to make the connection, use it to…
Winter is an excuse to get your garden ready for Spring and plan ahead. Light the way to a colourful new year. Plant or plan, whichever works best, to get that hygge fell good feeling of colours, scents and shapes. If you have herbs such as lavender and rosemary they will freely give you their…
Wildlife loves leaf litter. As a gardener I like it too. It enriches the soil and gives me mulch. I gather the leaves and pile them at the back of my border. Then I wait and wonder who might enjoy them. That’s a tale for another day. For today let’s concentrate on the rich earth…
We’ve all been able to spend more time outside this year than ever before. I’ve always been lucky enough to have a garden and I’ve loved them all. I have fond memories of being with my Grandad in his garden, making daisy chains, picking Scabious and Michaelmas daisies, eating raw peas and strawberries, with Granny…
When I was thinking about all things Winter I looked at my Cicely Mary Barker Flower Fairy book and I came across the The Horse Chestnut Fairy…
Wildlife loves leaf litter. As a gardener I like it too. It enriches the soil and gives me mulch. I gather the leaves and pile them at the back of my border. Then I wait and wonder who might enjoy them. That’s a tale for another day. For today let’s concentrate on the rich earth…
My favourite flower is the Auricula. The Hellebore is next in line. I love the colours and the mystery that comes with this flower. Some call it the Lenten Rose or the Christmas Rose. Not a Rose actually but from the buttercup family. It has over the years been shrouded in mystery and witchcraft. Much…
It’s Saturday morning. Comfy clothes. Late breakfast of raisin pastries for sustenance before a hard afternoon with a ball of wool.
