A Christmas Eve Commute…
Turning Autumn Leaves
The clocks had already circled backwards when I took shelter in the passageway beside the second hand book shop.
Pumpkat Soup
Pumpkats – Rattertats! Hatterchats? Soupcats!
A Rainy Intermission
In the pursuit of pretty, there are two kinds of gardener who wilfully apportion several weekend evening hours to hosing down their lawn, in a heavy storm, on the darker side of dusk.
Sympathy for the Magpie
A lone reflection for sorrow A life-long mate brings mirth Fledgling foretells a funeral Charming broods a live birth
Sunflowers and Squirrels
Radial rhythm – Taps seed to feed agouti Whiskers, fingers twitch.
Corner to Corner
The garden as we first viewed it, in the estate agent’s particulars, had two obvious and immediate selling points: its wide open size and its impressive woodland backdrop.
