Hello September

Memories of early summer flower days lie in a seashell on my table. How fleeting they seem now that September has arrived with her hedgerows heavy with blackberries, the early morning mists, rosy ripe apples and hips and haws.  

August was sunny and busy, and I never did get around to doing a blog post. And then I caught a horrid cough and my voice almost disappeared and I didn't feel like doing anything for a while.
It's always hard to try and cram all things into a post when you haven't done one in a while, so instead of doing that I thought I'd share some of the magical moments that I've had since I was last on here.
There was a trip to Brownsea island

Where I chatted with a peacock

And while we sat there on the beach for a while with our simple picnic of sandwiches and flask of tea, something magical and beautiful happened. Out of nowhere it seemed she appeared, a deer walking towards us on the waters edge.

Not a care for humans having picnics, but searching it seemed for something or someone? She walked past us, stopping, then wading out to deeper waters, looking, then carried on. 

It was one of those moments when you are just there and are not expecting anything at all, then something wonderful and quite extraordinary happens. :)

My feet have been recharged in the wild Atlantic's Cornish rock pools .

Beneath the water they have heard the sea weed whispers and the crackles and pops of the limpet and mussel.

And through their soles they've soaked up the salty song of the sea.  I think they may even have heard a Selkie too?

And I swam and played in the wild waves like the seals that we saw. My selkie skin took the useful form of a wet suit. 
Dreams and sleep beneath stars and the milky way, cut off from the mainland on an island.

Where a giants heart lies in stone.

  Golden magic from the top of a castle.

And a phoenix in the sky...

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Perseid meteor shower gazing in the garden can be added to the moments ( did you see them?) and the rescue of a weasel behind the sofa! :-) I hope you, dear readers whatever you have been doing, also saw a little magic in August.
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Now September is here and the sweet peas are still blooming. Mr Robin Good fellow has come out from hiding in the bushes during his annual feather moult and is very pleased with his new set.

I have been working on some hangers which I'll be back to share soon. In the meantime, will leave you with my new 2017 Calendar which is available now to buy in my shop here.

Happy September! X

Some of my days.

Today the sea sounds as if it's just outside. The wind is in the branches, shaking the brightest green new leaves on the Ash. It's scattering the hawthorns white petals, an offering of snow that we didn't receive in Winter.
It's quite a chilly start to the first of June here with the wind (and now rain) so I shall turn my time turner back to May, when the sun shone.
I didn't get a chance to share as many pictures last month, being busy, working on my hangers.
I didn't share my walks to the bluebell woods, the quiet dappled sunlight, walking through the deer track.

Or the holly blue butterflies visiting the holly blossom. 

I haven't shared small moments of play

And now that the boot sales have started again. The finding of 'treasures', for just a few pennies.

There have been a few travels in-between. Across and down, to West Sussex where I had lunch at the lovely town of Arundel and visited the beautiful castle there.

Then last week down to Cornwall for a short visit to my Sister.
We stopped at our usual tea break stop on the way, just off of the main road, Jamaica Inn.

Where I picked up a little something to read.

We caught the boat to St Michaels Mount and climbed the prettiest path up to the castle.

A cup of tea was enjoyed, accompanied with one of the best views.  

     I found these beauties in the castle, delicate stained glass inspiration.

Back home again, here the bluebells and apple blossom have gone over and the holly blossom has already turned into an abundance of green berries.

The roses are beginning to bloom.  

And the garden is filled with flowers.

     Song of The Flower 

I am a kind word uttered and repeated

By the voice of Nature;

I am a star fallen from the

Blue tent upon the green carpet.

I am the daughter of the elements

With whom Winter conceived;

To whom Spring gave birth; I was

Reared in the lap of Summer and I

Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze

To announce the coming of light;

At eventide I join the birds

In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with

My beautiful colors, and the air

Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I

Awaken I stare at the sun, which is

The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance

To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;

I am the memory of a moment of happiness;

I am the last gift of the living to the dead;

I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,

And never look down to see my shadow.

This is wisdom which man must learn.

 - Khalil Gibran

I am back at the desk now and have a huge list to begin ticking off. 

Enjoy your week. :) x