This Week in the Woods: The Importance of Alone Time

The forest is bursting with colour and life. My mother has taken the children for the afternoon and I have several, glorious hours to roam the woods, iced coffee in hand and camera dangling from a strap around my neck. I don't always realise when I'm peopled out, but as I meander down the empty … Continue reading This Week in the Woods: The Importance of Alone Time

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When Your Wings Are Crumpled

It sits on a leaf, exhausted. The struggle to emerge, to become, is a hard one. White and orange-flecked wings are crumpled and it’s too weak to fly. But at least it’s not a caterpillar anymore. It practices opening and closing its powdery wings. And as the sun climbs in the sky, the butterfly grows … Continue reading When Your Wings Are Crumpled