Taexalia
wild.life
First Frost
I remembered to take my camera with me this morning, but I forgot to take a pair of gloves. I will have to give in and accept that summer is officially over, and go in search of my winter warmers.
I don't think that Jack Frost arrived so early last year, yet the Hawthorn and Rowan are laden with red berries and this suggests a hard winter. Folklore, I'm told, and yet the early frost suggests there might be some truth to ... read more
Is It Spring?
I'm hearing this question all over the place as people wish the moments away looking for something better. I look for signs of new life emerging - the snowdrops and winter aconite shine their carpets of hope amongst the decaying humus of the woodland floor, the owls and foxes make eerie night noise as they mark territory and call for mates, buds on trees seem to swell a little more and my flowering redcurrant is uncurling leaves... The wheel is turning, but the Carlin/Cailleach has not ... read more
Morning Jack
I could tell by the light glimmering through my curtains that the fog had receded. When I opened the curtains I was prompted to grab the camera. Having the camera in my hand before I've cleaned my teeth bodes well for the day... We were excited to get out with Logan to see how the world looked, not just to reconnect with the scenery but to assess Jack Frost's decorative skills. We relished the crisp crunch of our footsteps and the knowledge that no-one else had climbed to the high ... read more
Stasis