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The trees cry – a poem

Watching the water drops Trickle from treetops, Each one a tear of sorrow. Bare branches forlorn In the grey of the morn, As they wait for a better tomorrow. Even flowering colour Has never looked duller, In sunless cloud choked skies. It’s a pitiful scene Not a springtime dream, No wonder the trees do cry.

Squirrel and the Tree – a children’s story

It was autumn and Squirrel was collecting nuts to stash for the colder months. Before long he had enough and found a beautiful tree among all the others that was full of fruit which he thought would make a great place to bury his nuts beneath.Soon winter came, the trees lost their leaves and squirrelContinue reading “Squirrel and the Tree – a children’s story”

September morning starts with a sigh – a poem

A low mist clings to the tree line, Fine rain falls from grey skies, No birds singing in the new day, September starts with a sigh. Fading plants forlornly stooping over, Their burdens far too much to vie, No breeze to whisper in the new day, September morning starts with a sigh. The sun yetContinue reading “September morning starts with a sigh – a poem”

Lughnasadh Blessings

The wheel of the year ever turns and the first harvest is upon us already. A celebration of corn, wheat, barley and oats. An important festival marking the start of the harvest in the agricultural year and the first harvest festival of three. It can also be called Lammas or Loaf-mass.

May Flowers

The flowers for those born in May are traditionally Lily of the Valley and Hawthorn, here’s a little about them. Lily of the valley (Convallaria Majalis) is also known as Our ladies tears, May bells, and Glovewort. Another name is Apollinaris in honour of the god Apollo who was said to have discovered the plant.Continue reading “May Flowers”