The Apple Tree and Storm Ophelia
‘The apple tree throws down its dead and we kneel, fools for its blackened, overripe flesh.’
The Adventure Years
When the sand draws you down to its grainy heart, you have to keep control of your feet, lift them, before they sink completely. This, I found out while walking on the beach at Ardmore with my husband and baby daughter. I was posing for a lighthearted picture and somehow my daughter’s buggy stayed firm,…
Feathers on the Road
A flurry of butterflies awaits us, as we prepare to make the most of a rare blue sky. The weather has been stubbornly grey recently, so here is a chance to show my little girl that life can have a shine all of its own.
The Blackbird and The Christening
Finding a blackbird chick in my garden seemed symbolic. It was the week before my daughter’s christening; she was napping and I had seized the time to wander on the grass. Wildlife often nestles at the edges of this vast stretch of green. I’ve seen frogs, rabbits and hedgehogs in the past. The chick was…