Somebody somewhere
Needs flowers tonight

Stilles Werden.

Joseph O'Connor
Spring will come again. The trees will be leafed-out. The world will be a dapple of apple-blossomed light.

somewhere …

the howe

surrounded

Small lights to illuminate the night, until a new day breaks.

One such foraging expedition lead directly to finding this wonderful iron age coin.
After gridding around a roman brooch find spot, I was getting peckish, so off I went, and not 10 yards out of the box 🥰

Cunobelin quarter Stater,
AD 10-40

A gift of December rosebuds and green fingers of hope erupt from the soil…

‘Among the dwellings framed by birds
    In field or forest with nice care,
Is none that with the little Wren's
    In snugness may compare.’
— Wordsworth

In nested hands rests kindness offered…

Sorbus aucuparia, Rowan. A thread.
A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Song, Seamus Heaney, from Field Work, Faber &Faber, 1979.

Often the standing tree in a native hedgerow
& on the fringe of the light-demanding edge mix of copse & woodland.

#InvertFest

colourful remainers dawdle, drift, linger…

“We must go in search of enchantment.”
~~ Renée Magritte

‘For an hour, till greyness covered all, the water shone like milk and mother-of-pearl. The sea breathed quietly, like a sleeping dog.’
— J.A. Baker, The Peregrine