Finding Fritillaries

Easter this year felt strange. Normally, we would, in non Covid times be heading to my mother’s house, for a celebration. Each year she takes great pleasure in buying chocolate eggs for her grandchildren, as soon as she sees them in the shops. She squirrels them away in a sack in the spare room andContinue reading “Finding Fritillaries”

What Matters to me at Home

I am struggling to believe that a whole year has passed since we were  told by our government and their expert advisors, that home was the best place to be, and where we should stay, at all times, if possible. For some this has been a time of extreme isolation, my own elderly family areContinue reading “What Matters to me at Home”

Welcoming the New with a Lucky Seven

I have written before about longing for spring to come, and about how I scrutinise my local landscape for the tiniest signs of the onward movement of nature. I have shared how I watch the hedgerows with the attention of a detective, looking for the smallest evidence of leaves unfurling, and buds pushing and burstingContinue reading “Welcoming the New with a Lucky Seven”

Imbolc

Imbolc As I grow older, I swear the years turn faster and faster, taking me far away from childhood. Yet, when I was a child, all I wanted was to grow up, to be a grown up able to do grown up things in a grown ups world, which sounded exciting and dangerous. In theContinue reading “Imbolc”

Full Moon Promise

Full Moon Promise At 6pm on a freezing late January evening, I am standing in my muddy urban back garden, regretting a promise I have made to my children. I don’t make many promises, because certainties in life are difficult things, things that might change at any point, particularly at the moment, as the worldContinue reading “Full Moon Promise”