A Tiny Bit of Wild

how my dance with the land shifted its beat

Hello lovely friends. Here we are again ‘between the moons’.

Blackthorn blossom along the lane, 19 February 2024.

Yesterday the sun was out and I even felt its gentle warmth on my face. Just the sort of February day that might tempt spring’s trailblazers to gather at the surface of winter’s fragile skin ready to erupt in joyous celebration. Of course, we all know that these impetuous torchbearers often have their hopes quashed by further frost, hail and even snow, but meanwhile there’s a joy in the noticing of such hopeful signals of rebirth and renewal.

So, I thought, lets’s walk along the lane to Crow Wood and see what’s stirring. The last time we visited together, you may remember, I was entranced by the enchantments of the Fair Folk, who danced in the dust motes and cast their glittering rainbow rays across every meander in the serpentine track through the woods. But that was some weeks ago now, and I imagined that a faint but undeniable green haze might well have swept across the bare twigs and twisty climbers. The sun climbs higher each day now too, its glow transforming the atmosphere of the undulating woodland to one of golden reverie, cast over with nets, meshes and veils of green-embroidered honeysuckle.