for mine will be the wisdom of the Crone * she who walks the hedge lines and liminal spaces with back bowed and bare feet rooted * custodian of the secrets of the earth she is at one with crooked trees and lurking spirits * gathering winter’s fears in forage she brews ancestral knowledge into … More Wisdom of the Crone
Sometimes, no words are needed.
amidst familiar realities transformed
into landscapes of unwelcoming frigidity,
harmonize like a squirrel in the snow, drawing
on autumnal bounties and memories of summers past,
for soon icicles will melt away, freeing frozen
dreams in Spring’s long awaited thaw … More Squirrel in the Snow
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Winter is generally a quiet time for gardeners. With most plants lying dormant through the winter months, and frost and snow often coating the ground, there are few jobs to be done. But that doesn’t mean there is nothing to do – especially if your garden is wildlife friendly. Ensure bird feeders are topped up … More Winter jobs in a wildlife garden
cross the white bridge
transitioning from autumnal dreams
into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days
awakening to discover the wisdom
of the winter crone … More The White Bridge
Winter’s Child He had to wait for winter to arrive. Or so they told him. The summer, they said, belonged to others. He had to wait for the air to turn chilly and the wind biting; for the frost to form on the trees. Only then would it be his time. But the summer seemed … More Winter’s Child
During December I again photographed the meadow, wooded area and stream in my village for Cardinal Guzman’s Monthly Changing Seasons challenge. With the busyness of Christmas preparations, along with an unseasonably warm but drearily overcast month, I only managed a handful of visits to my favourite place, but luckily those few walks gave me plenty of pictures! … More December 2016
During November, despite spending the majority of my time working on my NaNoWriMo novel, I still managed a few walks down the the wooded area, stream and meadow to take some photographs for Cardinal Guzman’s Changing Seasons monthly photo challenge. Don’t forget to click on the galleries for better views of the pictures. Come on in. Walk … More November 2016
willful late bloomer shrouded by chill apathy awaiting sun’s touch I had intended to share my November Changing Seasons post today, but, as it’s getting late here and it’s still not ready to go, I thought I’d share one of the pictures I took during November instead. The haiku was written in my notepad with somewhat frozen fingers while I was … More Late Bloomer
lord of wild spaces revelling in vibrant shades before frosts return I thought I’d take a little break from my NaNoWriMo writing to share a couple of photos and a haiku with you. These pictures were both taken in my sister’s garden – a fascinating area that’s full of little moss covered statues and odd … More Dionysus Smiles
This post is for the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller’s Six Word Story Challenge. This week’s theme is superfluous. Hat, scarf, gloves – just in case.
This post is for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge. This week’s theme is Things that are Cold. I have to admit that I got a little muddled this week. I had it in my head that ‘things that are cold’ was the theme for the Black and White Challenge. I dug out a selection of cold pictures from my … More CFFC: Things that are Cold
Here’s a snowman colouring picture for you all today. Enjoy!
From Winter Retreat, huddle down, as darkness creeps ever further over the barren landscape. Icicle fingers bind tight; hearts and minds joyless, fearful in Winter’s captivity. A flickering glimmer of light amidst shadow. Watch night retreat. A shaft of pale daylight dances across the pristine crystals clothing nature’s naked beauty. A jubilant laugh; a … More From Winter
Winter Sleep Winter’s chill creeps and the urge to sleep engulfs nature’s domain, with earthen blankets overlaid with the softest of white coverlets concealing dormant heads, as life retreats from frosty air to await the sun’s return.
Midwinter Child As winter strengthens its hold on the land, the light of the sun fades into oblivion’s void, endless night draining joy from the world. Hear the solstice bells chime as pale rays glimmer in a cloud-laden sky, a midwinter child, new-born, cradled in the Mother’s arms, a bearer of hope for future life. … More Midwinter Child