Wild, windy walk


I am walking through the tree line avenues protected from roaring warning winds.

Brittle branches are torn away landing like arrows ripping into the land’s heart.

Leaves dive and dart, grasses like babbling streams.

Leaning into an old gnarled tree, I look high into the patterns made by silhouettes of leaves.

What will I dream of…

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Lingering in a woodland on a sultry spring day


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Please click on the link to read my poem inspired by my recent ramble.

I hope you enjoy my post. The weather has been warm so we’ve been exploring our woodland pathways. As ever, I am inspired so much by my walkhs in the surrounding countryside whilst enjoying the company of my dogs; sometimes joined by my husband and friends.

Capturing the essence of autumn


Slowly the leaves are crumbling under our feet or rotting  into the ground, the cold snaps will return soon and autumn will be forgotten. In the studio I simply aimed to draw and mix the colours of the leaves which tumbled from the sky.  

I hope you are all well. In the UK many of us have the home fires burning, casseroles and soups bubbling and we’re rushing about. I treat myself to Echinacea tea with a spoonful of local honey to keep colds and sore throats away.

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.

Spring splashes


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Spring splashes
Between weary evergreens
And lean stretching trees.
A golden brook of
Daffodils lyrically babbles
And violets hide in every nook,
Adorning the woodland floor.
Spring’s door has gently opened,
Surprising us and giving
Hope.

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Yesterday,  even though the sunshine didn’t manage to peep through the clouds, spring’s door had opened with its perfumed breath. Joyously,  we walked through an old Victorian park in Bedford,  chatting and taking in the splashes of emerging colourful buds and flowers. It was a beautiful day. Thank you nature and thank you  friends for putting up with me diving about taking photos. 🙂

Roaring Tourmaline wintery skies


roaring tourmaline winter skies

Limbs of whimsical trees

Stretch and seemingly sneeze,

Retching in the icy breeze.

Through arches of Larch,

Over finials and pinnacles

Starlet particles dart

With elementals,

Soaring into a roaring

Tourmaline wintery

Infinity.

darting elementals