There aren't many things more magical that a long wander in the woods and

Once again we find ourselves at the close of a year. The dark fingers

Perhaps they were as startled as I was! Standing on the edge of the

Alone in the meadow, the setting sun spotlighting the dance of gnats against emerging

As I make my way up the slope between a watching avenue of old

As the snow gently settles a blanket of light upon the land nature is

As the days shrink down to their bare minimum over the coming weeks, and

Leaving home, I wished a quick 'good morning' to Lady Buzzard who was taking

They flowed through the summer evening on tawny wings, catching the breeze, mastering the