Serene Snowdrop


Serene Snowdrop,

Small heart translucent face,

Peeping shyly through downy lace.

Awakened by a sour biting  breeze,

Which makes her cower, she

Curls up, sheltering under boughs

Of mighty beech trees.

Suddenly a shower of frosty crystals

Adorn the mysterious, tearful princess,

Crowning her with a spectacular tiara

As the dryad minstrels play their lyres.

Uplifting Rainbow


The sky darkens

Inkblots spread

Creating ghostly shadows

Swallowing the land.

Creatures hide Iin hollows

As spectral crossbows shoot

Icy arrows.

Suddenly white wings sweep

Across the shadows;

Golden breath blows

A magical rainbow of

Sparkling light.


Tallow rays


The misty morn peels,

Revealing sentinels of wintery fields.

Tallow rays, like a sweet mead glaze

Healing: a warming haze.

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Treading through the meadow, footsteps as light as a fae,

Amazingly, brightening the day,

A pretty, pixie flower called sweet violet

Appears alone, shielded by the sleeping hedgerow

And wrapped with ivy and bay.

 

January’s Frosty Jewels


January’s frosty jewels glisten on a

Salted caramel lawn.


​Chinking crystals wink at precious paws tingling;

Fairy ice dusted catkins jingle as they mingle.

Hooray! Warming rays ablaze.


My apologies for not posting for a while. As winter has truly set in, there seem to be so many jobs to get done that  get in the way of creativity. I photographed plants in my garden for this post and one of my dogs of course. They are always wanting to be involved in whatever I am doing. Keep cosy if you have cold weather! 

Delicious Boodle’s fool recipe from Lavender Moon Girl’s Tales from Brown Hare Cottage 


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Take a look at my cottage recipe book for my own version of Boodle’s fool: a delicious citrus fool recipe made with double cream with a hint of Amaratto steeped panettone.

Merry Christmas


Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my blogging friends. Thankyou for visiting and commenting on my blog over the year it is wonderful to have so many online wordpress friends.The last month has been challenging for me because I have injured my spine and cannot sit or stand for very long! Everyday gets better though, but festivities will be quiet for us this year. Hubby has also had a nasty chest infection, there are so many bugs about at this time of the year.

Walking is a great way of helping my back pain but the dogs are having to put up with walks around the village for a while until I get stronger and then I’m sure I’ll feel inspired again to write more poetry. However, I will be keeping warm by my fire, having lots of lovely nibbles and warm drinks.

The mantel decorations are all from our lovely cottage garden. I hope you like them.

Seasons Greetings. 🙂

Wintery Willows


Billowy fiendish wind sweeps

 Sighing leaves from

Wintery willows reaching,

Leaning slender beams

From tender pillows, bending

o’er crispy fire red carpeted paths,

Beside the glistening river Ouse

Silently soothes.

Butternut Squash & Chestnut soup


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I managed to pick a bag full of windfall Sweet chestnuts a couple of week’s ago. I roasted them and peeled them and after eating a few, because they were so delicious, I put half in the fridge and froze the rest.

I was contemplating cooking Chestnut risotto, however hubs isn’t keen so instead I made this wonderful hearty, autumnal soup. You could use rosemary instead of sage, spice it up with a pinch of paprika or use an onion instead of a leek.

I’m gluten and dairy intolerant so I didn’t add a swirl of sour cream, but you could and a sage leaf or sprig of rosemary.

I hope you enjoy trying out this recipe. If you can’t get fresh chestnuts I think you can by them in a pouch from the deli or supermarket.

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Musing…



Tracing grooves in ancient oak bark

With tingling fingers, soothed; 

Sheltered in the wings of strong silent boughs.

Wooed by whispering tales from distant shores.

Amber acorns break onto fresh  fallen crushed leaves

Seeding under misted mosses and musty funghi

Where stories weave.