About lavendermoongirl

I am inspired by the natural world and walking with my dogs every day. A spiritual person, Reiki Master with a love of crystals, aromatherapy and flower essences. A poet, writer and photographer, writing daily in response to my encounters with nature. An artist, intuitive, mother, daughter, wife and friend. I have a B.A Honours degree in Writing & Publishing and English & Literature, gained when I was a single mum. Past careers include: Art Director in Advertising, Lecturer of English, Communication and Journalism studies and CLAN (City literacy and numeracy) tutor for the Scottish government, Health and Literacy Project Tutor and learning advisor(Scottish NHS, CLAN partner) and WEA (workers education association) Adult literacy tutor. I live with my husband and two dogs in rural Bedfordshire, England. I have a wonderful son and daughter in law, who live and work in North Yorkshire

Winter finds


Winter lakeside:

Grey pools binding

With silver speckled rinds;

Threads and reeds surfing

Across leafy waves,

Warmed by gentle waves.

Winter is hanging on, but I like its inky beauty and sparkling surprises.

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Glossy cheeky buds


Glossy cheeky buds

Unfurling like sateen skirts

Blowing in the wind,

Delightfully sensual too:

A memory of summer.

 

 

I’m enjoying the Tanka poetic form. I hope you enjoy my poem. This beautiful red flowered shrub in my cottage garden is so divine.

Enjoy your weekend!😃

Bursts of brilliant stars


Bursts of brilliant stars,

Stretching, kicking like dancers,

Love to be dazzlers,

Warming the observers’ hearts

While winter’s greaving departs.

These miniature iris’s were a beautiful surprise: inspiration for my Tanka poem above. I hope you enjoy it. I don’t always use a specific poetic form, so I hope it has worked!

Sunshine colours


Spring bulbs flourish;

Sunshine colours lift our spirits;

Delicate drifts of croci emerge as The mist dissolves behind the trees,

Birch branches shimmer in the breeze.

Frozen


Ice fairies shake their wings

Over forlorn umber seedheads, forgotten:

They kiss brittle leaves, weathered

By cruel winds;

Tinged with sweet powder of life,

Russet, Crimson, damson and evergreen leaves reach out for

Spring, which will come soon

Singing in the sweet breeze.

Bright and warm


Shoots produding,

Shiny Buds swelling,

Pussy willow a silver sensation!

Petals waxy, honey sweet.

Catkins like knitted fingers;

Golden rays warming

Our hearts on cold days;

Winter trees


A cold wet winter day is ideal for sketching in the Studio, remembering bright wintery walks.

Brightening winter days


 

In the winter sunshine, the garden looks bright and cheerful after the lull after deep winter wild weather. Hellebores are so delicate, peeping beneath glossy leaves. Very few tiny snowdrops have decided to appear over the last couple of years. They are always such a joy to see. I’ll be taking the dogs on a local snowdrop walk soon to look for different varieties within the snowdrop carpet, underneath the tree canopy.

I hope you are all enjoying a cosy Sunday, wherever you are. Warm wishes.x

Simple treat


In the month of January, we often give up rich and often sweet foods and opt for healthy options. This month has been called Veganuary! I have heard of a number of people trying the Vegan diet. I have cut down on sugar and alcohol and dairy and increased my daily intake of fruit. I am also enjoying a quiet nurturing time at home, cooking wholesome meals and soups. I am reading new poets to me, novels from a endless big pile, books about the British countryside and farming and I am trying to sketch more often. Here is my simple pastel drawing of the big red apples which are simple, nutritious and delicious. Treat yourself, simply. Enjoy!

Winter walks


January’s lamp black trees

Dripping tears.

Weeping tangled larches

Tickling lichen bark;

Crows huddled in puddles,

Riddles in ink blotted dark skies.

Welly prints in sticky mud;

Children dropping crumbs

From winter tarts.





Happy New Year! Stride out on winter walks, feeling crisp air brushing your cheeks. Stop and listen to the birds. Watch the wintery dark tree branches dancing in bracing wind. Welcome January!