Considering the Lilies
Everywhere I walked there were day lilies. Huge clumps of them. Each flower so perfect, blooming just for that one day
In, around and beyond our village
Everywhere I walked there were day lilies. Huge clumps of them. Each flower so perfect, blooming just for that one day
What does one wear to a wedding that one won’t be attending?
I needed that, the sudden shock of something longed for, manifest.
Come with me, on my favourite walk at this time of year, down Mill Road alongside the La Pêche river
Unless you have spent time with sheep, you are likely to see them as virtually identical. Not at all. I’d have you know that sheep are all individuals with their own characters and peculiarities.
Received wisdom has it that you should never knit your boyfriend a sweater.
If I had to describe Wakefield as a colour, it would be the colour red.
small day to day experiences can hold just as much richness as visits to exotic lands, or just as much of a thrill as leaping off tall buildings.
I’ve been asking my plants the same questions I ask my team “How are you doing?” “What do you need?”
It was there; the hushed quiet, the smell and the dappled green of the cathedral-like trees, my first sense of paradise.
By the time we were making our way home, none of us could remember why a naked photo shoot was a good idea.
These are noble and sacred individuals, whose dignity invites us to look at who we are as beings.