Never apologize. Never explain. Just get the thing done, and let them howl – Agnes Macphail I confess that for the last 10 months my muse has been locked in the cupboard while I have been pre-occupied with other matters. I will not bore you with the details but you will discover what I have
This year spring is a cold affair with a penetrating northerly wind imprisoning the landscape in monochrome frigidity. As I walk down to the cottage garden across the field there is not a daisy, celandine or dandelion with a floral offering to welcome Persephone to these norther shores. However, in the shelter of the garden
Time and tide wait for no man, nor do the seasons. The oystercatchers “speed dating club” has been in action for weeks with noisy groups of birds gathering in the fields, voraciously probing for invertebrates and acting like hormone-fuelled teenagers. The skylarks are rather more refined and have been proclaiming their territories with glorious song-flights
At the start of each year I delude myself into thinking that this year, even though I’m still at the jam jar stage of flower arranging, each month I will make a contribution to Cathy’s IAVOM meme. If the weather had been less arctic, there would have been a reasonable chance of a very small posy
