She was waiting. As I cut away dead heads from foxgloves, blooms once bloated with the sound of bees peppered seeds amongst the tansy leaves below. Some, as th... Read More...
To celebrate the 300th anniversary of the birth of the naturalist and nature writer, Gilbert White, I thought I'd send him an email.
Dear Rev. Gilbert,
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My piece, Brimming over with bees, describing the murky lifecycle of the Broad banded nomad and her cuckoo host the Tawny mining bee during the Covid-19 pandem... Read More...
My first time out in weeks. Opening the gate feels strange, as if someone will appear and order me back inside.
In this pre-dawn light the air's cool and p... Read More...
Do you remember the first tree you fell in love with? Mine was a monkey puzzle tree that stood like a chimney sweep’s brush in the small front garden of a neig... Read More...
“You always feel better when you've been for a walk”. I hate to admit it but my husband’s right. To walk in silence is a treat for me, no phone, no email, just... Read More...
