These days I seldom see much of the crows. Usually just the male Driveway and Divo. On this occasion Mrs Driveway was there too, but when...

I was hoping to see foxes.

A safe space in an old tree that's not big enough for me.

Even a warning face in the bark. See it???

Di took this one, not me!

What it says.

It starts off celebrating badgers, continues decrying humans and ends by revering tigers.

Wyld Words this month was all about fungi. Here's my poem. That which turns was into is and will be. Threads binding death to life,...

Thinking of Goethe again.

The hare - alert, but present.

Despite my trespassing, I rather wish I could block this entrance.

Coppice.

Tree felling.

Look at the cool tree!!!

A chance to post pictures by another person who takes better pictures than I do!

You might remember that the poplar was meant to be butterfly magic? Guiding transformation? I have not transformed. I am still a crone...

I believe these trees to be limes - as I am sure that I thought they were when they had leaves on them and limes to get all sprouty. It...

After my nocent woods poem, CC listened to the interview that inspired it - here - and came up with a haiku of one of her dreams. I love...

Post-It notes on trees?

Well. Not everything's shit.