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.
This Solar print was inspired by my moonlit frosty dog walks. The seedheads were encrusted with ‘fairy dust’ reaching out to the moon.
This solar print was inspired by my photos of trees in winter, taken In what I call the ‘Fairy wood’; a beautiful, quiet, well planted woodland where we often walk. Every day there is something new to see. The Green Woodpecker has been a recent visitor. My dogs love to chase squirrels and jump over the piles of logs, the woodland is a natural Green Gym.
Magnolia Stillata, so whistful, trailing old bricks.
Magnificent Magnolias,
Boldly looming.
Unfolding like fine
Scented silk.
A festival of pink petal plumes,
Soothing,
Hearts of spring.
How grand is this gorgeous Georgian property, framed with a confetti of delicately scented Magnolia I drive past this house every day. I love the gates and front door too.
The new home fireplace. A beautiful Victorian original , which now makes our cottage so cosy.
Love the contrast of the flowers against the tiles of my little Victorian out building.
Such a beautiful surprise, a fabulous flowering Magnolia in our courtyard.
And the meandering branches and their natural pattern, juxtapositioned against the roof of my Victorian cottage.
Just popped in the photos of my fireplace to update you on the cottage renovations and to apologise for not posting! There are so much wonderful changes as spring gets under way with the warmer weather, here in the South UK. I hope all of you living in other countries where it is cooler at the moment are are keeping cosy. 🙂
Lullaby orchard,
Undulating verdant lawn,
sundrenched spring morn,
Thawing thirsty buds,
Bursting with
Honeyed dew:
Nature’s muse.
Sometimes my sat nav takes me up a country lane which appears to be going nowhere. Without this quirky technology I wouldn’t have found this gorgeous little tranquil spot deep in the English countryside. I stopped my car and the dogs and I drank in the honeyed, gentle early spring morning. It was a special moment which reminded me of how inspirational nature is to me. Enjoy your day or evening. 🙂
Firstly. Happy New Year and thanks for your support last year, for your enjoyable comments, friendship and also for welcoming me to your blogs. 2014 was challenging in many ways. We moved house unexpectedly again in June, however recently and probably one of the reasons why my posts have been more sporadic, we have purchased a lovely cottage which we will be renovating over the next few months, which will be our permanent home, at last! I have set up a new blog to write about the trials and tribulations of renovating our Victorian cottage and hopefully if my technical skills will allow me, I will add a link to my new wordpress site. I will obviously be continuing with this one as I love writing about nature and will always be out walking my dogs. Another challenge was my mother’s serious illness, which thank goodness she seems now to be recovering from after the removal of her right kidney, a major upheaval for a 77 year old woman! She was so brave.
On a happy note, I really enjoyed being the mother of the bridegroom at my son’s Scottish wedding in July. It was such a beautiful wedding and a stunning location. I hope you enjoy the photos. Anyway I hope you will all continue to enjoy reading my blog this year and possibly take a peek at my little cottage blog. Enjoy, thank you and peace and blessings. 🙂
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.
In the company of trees
We breathe
Feeling relieved.
As leaves fall
They kiss our tears
And listen to our
Fears,
Bathing us
In a spiced
Aromatic mist.
Spring sun melts
Any mental anguish felt.
Sentinel beings,
Energise the ‘seers’
Nature’s sleepy tones,
Groan from aged
Tree holes.
Hooded nymphs glimpse
Into the lives of meek
Lonely souls.</
I was with my friend and two dogs in Knebworth country park on a beautiful spring evening. We walked through the churchyard where she introduced me to her ancestors sleeping peacefully.The birds were chirping softly and the aroma of bluebells was quite entrancing. As the dogs played, we watched the sun melt at the end of a perfect evening, melting thoughts and worries of the day.
Along the Colne, Not far from home, Whimsically wandering, Pondering: Longing for the Kingfisher to Sing, Wishing for Deer To appear. 
Gently treading: Daisies for A fairy wedding And 
Pretty nettle petals. Settling by the Weeping Willow, 
Velvet Violets By my pillow. Humbled by Bumblebees; Entranced by Trees. So much to See.
Magnolia’s majesty,
Gigantic blushed cream
Fantasy.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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