Read MoreA small dance of feathers directly above brought me out of my reverie, and I could see from the flash of pink red breast, black cap and grey wings this was a bullfinch.
Read MoreI dreamed this blue full flower moon before it began.
Read MoreFor me, the rose conjures images of Tristan and Iseult in secret trysts in the walled garden on top of Tintagel under a new moon…The rose, a flower of myth, and legend. A flower of the gods. A flower of nobility. A flower of love. A flower for everyone.