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”

Wishing for Spring

The winter has felt long this year, longer than usual. I don’t know if lockdown has made it seem more intense, with the confinement of walls and home edging in and amplifying the darkness. As February turned into March and we passed Shrove Tuesday and fell headlong into Lent, I felt annoyed at childhood notionsContinue reading “Wishing for Spring”

February Gifts

February Gifts  ”February fill the dyke, Be it black or be it white; But if it be white, It’s the better to like.” This year, I have not been a fan of February. Usually I like it, the gradual moving forward in the season, the push and pull of different weathers. I usually like theContinue reading “February Gifts”

Pancake Day

Pancake day is coming, and every year, it fills me with dread, because for some reason, I am rubbish at making pancakes. I don’t know why. I am sure I do everything right, whisking up the mixture, even checking the handwritten instructions my mother gave to me, about twenty five years ago, when I wasContinue reading “Pancake Day”

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”