The Rumblings of Spring

I woke with dark clouds dripping all over the grass and flower beds. I chided myself for complaining and shuffled off to the kitchen where a robust fire awaited me. I thanked the Master of the fireplace and began to make my tea and toast, asking questions about his plans for the day. He had […]

The Chicken Pen

With great sorrow and after a lengthy discussion…

Through the Back Garden

The sun so graciously warmed Willow Wood’s gardens…

By the Three Sisters Trees

Come, gather round, bring your blankets and hot tea, and we shall visit the Three Sisters trees.

For the Love of Nature

My garden feeds me, and my flowers feed my soul.