A flitter of flutters they fly past me, in the evergreen meadows below the valley of home
Sharp beatings of their wings, sings to me from the summer breeze of butterflies’ tome
A wave of rainbows surrounds me, their colors they astound me, this is the place I love to roam
This is the place that I call home
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forest gardening and perennial vegetables
Building mental wellness on a foundation of strength
I LEAVE YOUR ROAD TO WALK ON MY GRASS.
Children's Book Reviews and Recommendations from a Primary School Teacher
“May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
Write what you feel, coz it doesn't make you fear
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seasonal vegetarian recipes with a side helping of food politics
An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Where the strange and unusual are welcome.
Art. Craft. Living With Chronic Illness.
