The soft focus of my first Hellebore plant poking through. They tend to cluster near the wooden fence. I have a mixture of white and pink ones, they always bring some late winter colour to the bland garden and cheer a dull grey day.
Finding a new company that creates such beautiful oils using the harmony of nature and plants. This is a piece of ‘Holy Wood’ or Palo Santo as the Spanish call it. Native to Mexico, Peru and Venezuela. It was known in the local custom to burn away negative energy. It has the most wonderful aroma.
Making Ice Lanterns with my young daughter. We foraged some of the old sprigs from the Christmas Tree and some fallen Olive leaves and poured water around the edges of our lanterns. However…despite the best efforts of the British weather, the temperatures haven’t dropped sufficiently yet overnight in Central England to show you the end result. When it happens I’ll do an actual post about the process. As it is such a lovely activity. These are so simple to create and look beautiful when lit!
My faithful companion Mr. C taking a rare doze on the rug. As he is usually out roaming the neighbourhood! We took on Mr. C a couple of years ago from an Animal Shelter. We know very little of his background, but he appears to have some Maine Coon in him hence the large fluffy coat and bushy tail. Secretly he does love it when I take snaps of him with my camera!
Dried seed pod heads. These are from my late summer Anemone flowers they leave a beautiful sea of bobbing pod heads that burst open in fluff throughout the winter. I am still experimenting with my new Lensbaby Twits 60 and love the darker mood that some of these angles make.
This beautiful online site caught my eye of Kindred + Wild. Mugdha produces beautiful oil blends in small batches inspired by Ayurveda and traditional herb wisdom. She has a lovely online journal too. https://www.kindredwild.co.uk
This extract from Ali Smith – Winter
‘Sophia is the kind of character she’d choose to be, prefer to be, a character in a much more classic story, perfectly honed and comforting, about how sombre yet bright the major-symphony of winter is and how beautiful everything looks under a high frost, how every grass blade is enhanced and silvered into individual beauty by it, how even the dull tarmac roads, the paving under our feet, shines when the weather’s been cold enough…’