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In the words of Shelley: “The cold earth slept below; Above the cold sky shone…” … and flowering long before its time, this little narcissus. Damp and bedraggled it may be but light from its petals shines out. Crouched beneath a bare, … Continue reading
…and it’s wet and murky. The wonderful frosts came a week too early for us to even pretend to have a white Christmas. The garden was a wonderland and much more Christmassy than even driven snow would have felt. Today … Continue reading
One by one they leave to roam the fields and nearby ditches. One of them has moved next door, another hides all day in hedges. Ignoring calls and tasty treats they trot off every morning throwing glowering backward glances at … Continue reading
Imagine, it is the coldest night of this winter – 5 degrees below freezing, no moon, torch batteries flat and the dog – the escape artist, butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, see how pretty I am Jack Russell, Lucy, … Continue reading
Crackle-tan and ochre scuffs beneath our feet. Sienna, burnt and raw rain-pasted to coarse paddock grass. Single, lemon hued leaflings hurtle in mad dance ankle high, defy demented terrier snap – drop like stone, to lie atop wind-piled drifts of … Continue reading
Exquisite, bold squirrel, cheeks full of acorns, Evades watchful dog I’m no haiku writer, but this begged to be written.