It’s snowing and on my morning stroll with Burt we find ourselves in the willow grove. The snow is like homeopathic granules, resting happily on fluffy textures like the moss and my scarf. The river is low, the train’s passing … Read More
I was wandering in Bradley woods this morning and wondering at the brightness of the autumn leaves. On darker days it seems as if they emit their own light as they fall and fade on the forest floor. Yet their … Read More
This autumn lots of these lovely beings will be felled for our protection as they become unstable from the ash die back fungus. I am offering to hold two spaces where we can acknowledge the lives of these wonderful trees … Read More