First frost breathes…


First frost breathes through crystalline teeth,

 Steeping brightly hued blooms into a moon dipped

Weeping sleep.

I look down the garden now at the damp brown rotting garden and remember the warm days filled with summer fresh scents; butterflies and bees everywhere. Then came the first frost, it was such a shock but turned the garden into a magical place, frozen and beautiful. I am so grateful for nature. As the garden lies sleeping,  I enjoy every day as a different day. I can see the birds hopping about and the gentle mellow yellow sunshine through watery leaves. 

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Autumnal treat


Autumn’s door closes as

Winter’s door opens to

A welcoming hearth of

Glowing embers: friends remembered.

Bessoms sweeping crispy leaves,

Birds feeding on filigree seeds.

Sipping warm mead, reading

Gilded tomes about far away homes,

goblins,  gnomes, fairies and

Treasure troves.

Chinese lanterns, toadstools and more…


These prints were very simple to produce. I used a foam material like ain apizza base to cut the design of the Chinese lanterns

Next you draw your design into the foam using a biro or pencil.  Mix your coloured ink and roll on to your plate thinly. Put cartridge paper over the plate then with your print roller,  roll up and down.Lift your paper gently off your printing plate and your image appears printed! Great fun, easy and can be done with children.

Hopefully here’s the link to my Brown hare cottage wp site where you can see my ‘Fox in a wood on a wintry night’ linocut print. 

https://lavendermoongirlsbrownharecottage/wordpress.com

This watercolour sketch of a toadstool from the Agaric family , I found in an old sketchbook. It’s at least 10 year’s old but surprisingly it has held its vibrant autumnal colours. 

Rambling in the Fairy wood


In the Fairy Wood a cool wind sings

Songs of summer past: Larks and cherry blossoms

Rambling roses for fairy posies.

Speckled yellow, ruby and rust leaves swirl,

Crunching under toes.

Dappled light, warm and bright Iilluminates

 faces of forest mythological creatures,

A shadow show emerging; tree nymphs, Boris the troll

And frolocking fairies.

Brooding skies like galloping waves, 

Tallow mallow ggiant’s fists!

Twisters suck up golden mists.

Garden of dreams


Autumnal leaves tumbling wishes in threes;

 Zinnias zooming high, catching sunbeams;

Glowing mountain ash berries: a magical tea;

Rest in the healing garden of dreams.

Golden misty morn


Misty early morn,

Corn shingle showers

Bless the flowers;

A festival of summer colours,

Candy stripes, mulled wine fine

Carressing petals;

Apricot posies with sanguine stamens!

Cream puffy ruffles, delicious as truffles!

Rosy pink lips that bumble bees kiss.

Whispy wandering webs where tiny feet

Tread tip toed to and fro 

Collecting magical scented dew.

Far and wide wood pigeons sigh,

Long-tailed tits flit about finding tasty bits.

Fallen apples ripe and tangy lie

Beneath dangly, tangled bramble boughs.

Hollyhocks and poppyheads rustle

Amongst the bustling of late summer.

Golden misty morn


Misty early morn,

Corn shingle showers

Bless the flowers;

A festival of summer colours,

Candy stripes, mulled wine fine

Carressing petals;

Apricot posies with sanguine stamens!

Cream puffy ruffles, delicious as truffles!

Rosy pink lips that bumble bees kiss.

Whispy wandering webs where tiny feet

Tread tip toed to and fro 

Collecting magical scented dew.

Far and wide wood ppidgeons sigh,

Long-tailed tits flit about finding tasty bits.

Fallen apples ripe and tangy lie

Beneath dangly, tangled bramble boughs.

Hollyhocks and poppyheads rustle

Amongst the bustling of late summer.

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.

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. 

Tree festival


Through wild woods,

Parting shimmering drapes,

Greeted by a fanning of tiny hands

Seated next to dryads wrapped in cosy ruby capes.

Swirling dervlas swish folksy skirts,

Weaving dreamily through silver birches.



Crystals wink as the fairy choir sings in the wings,

Waiting for woodland girl to emerge, her gown tinged with whispers

of pearly tears.


Trailing across silvery skies, a carriage pulled by white doves glides…

The audience sighs!

Queen of the forest has arrived!