…and seas of blue It seems like barely any time has past since we spent a mini holiday at the seaside and we’re already planning the next. It was freezing. The rain poured down, yet every day my girls begged…
Sounds of Silence
I suffer from a severe case of Logolepsy, don’t worry it isn’t contagious but I suspect many of you are secretly afflicted. Just to save you Googling: Logolepsy – A fascination or obsession with words. Just words can mean so…
I see trees of green…
I see trees of green, Red roses too. I see them bloom, For me and you. And I think to myself, What a wonderful world. It’s such a glorious time to wander round the woodlands. I amble slowly enjoying the…
Ch-ch-ch-Changes
‘I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence and So the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same…’ — David Bowie Change is the perfect word to describe…
Let them grow…
My pondering place is a swinging chair at the bottom of the garden. It sits beneath an overgrown willow and is surrounded by weeds. It is a place to escape to for quiet contemplation, a place to find peace and…
Follow The Path Of Laughter
March was host to the International Day of Happiness followed by the International Day of Forests. Combine the two and you get a happy ramble in the woodlands in the first spring sun. Instead of our own little wood, we…
‘Trees’ by Neil Giles with artwork by Emma Childs
Spring is…
…thinking about starting. She can’t quite decide if she’s ready yet and winter is still hanging on. We’re stuck in the mid season zone. At the weekend we awoke to the sun casting rainbows through the window. Throwing the curtains…
Pay It Forward Woodland Style!
Face Painting Optional… I spent the afternoon face painting at a fifth birthday party, something I do frequently. I’m no great artist but I can create a passable tiger, Spiderman or fairy princess on a wriggly little face. I reckon…