journal

It was the sun. The sunshine weaves A pattern on dull stones: the sunshine leaves The portraiture of dreams upon the eyes Before it dies:...

Feed the wood and have a joyful minute, For the seeds of earthly suns are in it. — Goethe December darkens, the nights longer than the...

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit...

All shall yield to the Mulberry-tree; Bend to the blest Mulberry; Matchless was he who planted thee; And thou, like him, immortal shall...

With light fantastic toe the nymphs Thither assembled, thither every swain; And o’er the dimpled stream a thousand flowers, Pale Lilies,...

Some weedy nourishment for your gardens this incoming Spring season. 𓇖 Oh, sweet spontaneous earth, how often have the doting fingers of...

Wassail! Wassail! over the town, Our toast is white, our ale is brown: Our bowl is made of the Maplin tree, We be good fellows all; I...

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the...

a simple syrup recipe for immune support & sweet relief~ Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green, When I am king, dilly dilly, you...

And tho’ Sweet Marjoram will your garden paint With no gay colours, yet preserve the plant, Whose fragrance will invite your kind regard,...