The sun is just lifting free of the horizon. I move towards the light…
Tag: frost
The Gift of Frost
It is at the interface between living thing and the outside world where the magic happens.
Interlaced
The veins of leaves and the networks of bare branches remind us of our own connection with the Universe. We are all interlaced. We are all important.
Twinkle Twinkle
We tend to focus on colour in autumn, but it is also a change in form that I notice. Leaves thin out, filtering sunlight. Each leaf is holding on by a thread. They spin on their stalks, catching the light. It is like the garden is strung with fairy lights.
Making the most of the morning commute
I get to drive all over Kent for my job. Given that much of Kent is pretty stunning, this is no bad thing. There are sweeping views over fields and chalk downs, winding worm-holes through woodland, coastal roads looking out over the sea, and misty, magical marshes, which used to be under the sea. The other…
