Toadstools for Robin and woodland greens for the dining room. Are you sensing a theme?
I think that an enchanted garden has a few necessities:
Do you dream big? I dream big now. There’s not much time and there seems little point in dreaming safe, dreaming small.
We have been drying flowers all summer with no real idea what we would do with them. I had little bowls with random petals in them dotted all around the old house.
Nestled, cozy, ‘neath the fallen leaves Amidst the pinecone spiral’s spreading seeds Betwixt the twisted roots of this old tree Look close, and if you’re lucky, there I’ll be.
Everything was packed up for weeks and weeks. I hardly remember what is in each box. I am trying to be very careful with what we allow into our new house. If it doesn’t make
A few months ago, I wrote a Tiny Tale for Robin about his toadstool elf, Aggie, called Aggie in the Berry Patch.
A short distance from our new house, there is a four hour trail through the trees. Filled with NZ native plants, ferns and fungi, it feels like stepping out of this world and into some prehistoric jungle – but with footpaths.
It’s scary moving to a new house in a new town when you’re only four.
I am spent. I have shrivelled and shed my luminosity.