moonroot

The sound of dripping trees, birdsong and running water. Fog hangs in the air like a pall of gunsmoke. The crushed grass bears testament t...

The Snow Queen has spread her mantle over the hills. Thick snow, piled deep on a silent world. A world of beauty, the soft, round drif...

Image ©Donald Engstrom-Reese 2010 My friend Donald Engstrom-Reese is inviting people to join him in a spell-working to support the Polar...

Do you know which kinds of spell I hate? The kind which say, 'On the full moon, take some powdered frankincense, a quartz crystal and t...

I can't help it. I just hate seeing anything going to waste. Perhaps it's the influence of grandparents who lived through the Great...

A new skyline on this day of fog and ice. The world ends across the valley, distant hills erased by fog. Sounds speak of life continuing ...

OK, here's a blatant advert: it's cold outside and I have some lovely cosy knitted items in my Etsy shop (along with other tempting ...