Monday, 22 December 2008
A few miles from my home is a beautiful wood, beloved my me for it's Spring flowers. It's an ancient wood, once part of Shakespeare's Forest of Arden, and a remnant of the wildwood that once covered the land.
For me, a magical place.
For Rowan, the perfect place to hunt , play and mud wallow.
It was mid afternoon when we started our walk and I had a mind to try to find the 'ancient ones', my name for a stand of old, old Lime trees that I came across some years ago.
I knew that we had to get right into the middle of the wood, my sense of direction is not good and Mike didn't think it was wise to stray too far from the well worn path. . . .
Rowan, bless her, had other plans.
These included giving chase to a deer, several rabbits and excavating a huge log from the
muddiest quagmire in England. . . then she took off, in pursuit of I don't know what.
We went after her. . . and deep joy, we ended up by the Lime trees!
Mike wandered off to sort out our miscreant pup and I marvelled at the awesome beauty of the trees.
They stand in a rough circle, their mighty trunks, twisted and bent. Inside the circle I noticed the light had changed , as the sun, low in the sky came out to show off.. . the most beautiful solstice sunset.
I was 'lost' in another time, there, amongst those wonderful trees, aware that the wheel of this year was slowing one last time .
As the sky darkened,we made our way back through the woods, passing a Hazel coppice . The spindly branches proudly displaying the promise of Spring, tiny catkins peeping at me in the dim light.
The wheel turns again.
Thursday, 18 December 2008
Some time ago the lovely Dina Kerik, ( from Deepwater Journal ) kindly asked if she could write an article for the Journal, about me!
Now, Dina is a true 'Weaver of Words' and 'Stitcher of Dreams' and I am honoured that she should want to do this. If you would like to read her words, please pop over here !
Thank you Dina!
The next few pictures show the village of Broadway, I took them while doing a little 'light Christmas shopping' in my lunch hour.
The Lygon Arms
'Christmas Eve' by V E Starkova 1979
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
A packet from my friend Fanny, who lives in the Jura mountains in France. It was a packet full of magic. . . .
First of all, I found a piece of beautiful, hand made lace tied up in red silk ribbon. I think it will make something very special . . . . .
Then I found a letter, telling me about a lovely winter walk in the Jura mountains, when the snow fell softly and covered the trees with soft white magic; the world became silent . . .
As Fanny paused a while to drink her flask of tea, she heard a sound. . . .
It was a tiny man in a crooked hat who asked her "Are you Fanny?" "Are you Fanny who has a friend in England, called Annette?"
My friend replied, "Yes, that's me."
The little man said" Vous devez lui dire que, en hiver, il faut mettre des chaussettes dans les chaussures. Les Putins et les fees ne sont pas fais de bois! Il fait aussi tres froid en Angleterre!"
(Which roughly translated means ' You must tell her that , in winter, you must put on socks with shoes. Elves and fairies are not made of wood! Also, it is cold in England!')
He gave her a box and said. . .
"Envoyez - lui!!" (Send them to her )This is what was in the box, a tiny pair of hand knitted socks to fit in a pair of fairies shoes!
What a wonderful present!
Oh yes, Fanny also said that she would tell only me about this because no one else would believe her. . . . . . what do you think?
Monday, 15 December 2008
Birch twigs were used to sweep out the old years' spirits and make way for the new.
(Info. from Sacred Celebrations by Glennie Kindred)
My picture above, shows little stars made from Silver Birch bark.
There is one there for all of the friends I've made through my blog,
one for each of you ,
to wish you 'new beginnings and opportunity' in the new year to come.
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Then, if we can tear ourselves away from all the tempting things in the gallery, there's a home cooked lunch in Sue's farm kitchen.
After lunch, a quick turn around the paddock with two Kuni Kuni pigs called Emin and Gormley, and Tilly, the two year old Bernese mountain dog. ( I hadn't realised that little piggies could run so fast. . . )
Just a bit more stitching needed, then they will be finished and fit for lucky Christmas Fairies.
Sunday, 7 December 2008
* Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse ran up the clock. . . .
* Twinkle, twinkle, little star
or is it Cow Parsley?
*Little Miss Muffett, sat on a tuffett
We had to have a major de-clutter this week and I found this picture. It's me aged 2 years (circa 1954), sitting on the dining room table, . . in lieu of a tuffett. . .
This has been a really mixed week, I had to have time off work because someone 'up there' decided that my life was not sufficiently farcical. The coldest spell for ages and our central heating boiler died.
Last but absolutely by no means least, I have been given an award! This has made me smile no end this week, I am honoured and thrilled to be considered worthy of it. . . especially as it was sent to me by a special lady , Lynne Hoppe. She resides in the forest, far away, in the lands across the sea and writes a moving and beautiful blog. Thank you Lynne.
(Here's the piece that comes with the award. . . modesty forbids really.. )
"This blog invests and believes the proximity-nearness in space, time and relationships! These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of the prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers, who must choose eight more and include this cleverly written text into the body of their award."
I need a bit more time to select the next recipients, so please bear with me. . .
Monday, 1 December 2008
I've known and loved this tree for many years, it's an old, old Oak, with a huge trunk so wide, two of us struggled to encircle it with our arms. Today I think it is at its most beautiful ,standing there on the ridge way, as it has for who knows how long, with the late afternoon sun behind.
At the other end of the field, a lone apple tree with it's last few offerings. Bright red spots against the grey.