Wildcrafting, foraging, rambling and rewilding. All things close to my heart and very related to nature writing and journaling.
Explore some of these ideas and approaches with me.
“A shower of rain in July, when the Corn begins to fill, is worth a plough of Oxen, and all belongs…
“May, May the merry month of May“. I’m no Julie Andrews but this is the time of year when we begin to…
When April weeps, then May will chirp and sing, for April showers make May flowers to spring. Ah April, an Giblean,…
The cuckoo comes in the middle of March and sings in the middle of April and passes away at Lunasa tide…
February, Faoilleach, the wolf ravage. Imbolc and La Fheill Bride. The month of two halves. The beginning, a full on winter…
As I get deeper into the woods I hear the cry of a Common Buzzard above me, I think it’s telling me I’m on its turf as it circles me above the trees. I see great tits and chaffinches darting between the evergreens and I rest for a bit in a pine needle covered clearing. I can see the white resin of the Scots pine running down a few of the trunks and have a scratch at it, releasing that fresh pine scent as it sticks to my fingers
