Stable Days

Cold air brushes pink cheeks as boots slap the concrete and the whiney of the Oldenburgh echoes through the stable door, As hay nets are gathered and weighed and stray strands are pulled from wayward hair, the ice gathers on the metal roofs and rain patters like musical chimes, Stables need cleaning and hoofs picking,

Reminders of the past

My beautiful souled neighbour once had a husband who passed many years ago. He was a keen gardener and grew all varieties of fruit and vegetables all year round in his green house and tended his garden and orchard with as much care as he tended his loving wife. Upon his passing, the garden grew

Just sharing an Autumn walk

I took a beautiful walk today through some woodland, initially I didn’t even want to leave the house. I was in a mood, tired and a bit worn out. I am so pleased I took the opportunity and got some fresh air, I took my camera and the dogs and went looking for the little

Yellow Hues

Yellow hues wave in the sky Mingled with green, brown and grey As I watch them sway and bow I hear the forests bay Autumn is here, the leaves show no fear But winter is bound soon Frost will cover these bare branches So wrap up warm all animals Collect leaves for your homes These

Fall time

Crisp evenings filled with the orange hues of the setting sun and the promise of a diamond frost across the ground creep closer. As leaves fall like flames from silent bonfires, scorching the ground and piling into hills by the unseen wind, children wrap up warm in scarfs and dive into a sea of molten