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.
“Let’s be together, Mama”. “Hold on, Bobbin”. “I just wanted to tell you that I wish you would read me a story”. “Bobby, I just read you a story”. “Yeah, I know. But I wish you would read me another one”.
Sitting beside the river reading a book, the only sounds the gentle grumble of water over
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.
When my hands are occupied, my heart ceases its senseless bounding around and settles quietly for a while, like a puppy finally calmed.
I am spent. I have shrivelled and shed my luminosity.
In the hush of a winter evening, in the dark of the longest night, bake a sun bread, soft and golden, calling home the sun’s warm light. We make sun bread once a year, on the week of the Winter Solstice. It is probably the favourite treat in our house.