Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone ;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the rose is blown.

In her garden she grows [...]

I want to bottle the scent of freesias and give it to you, all my childhood picnics in an amber vial. That you may never be lonely in winter or forget the honeysuckle spring. I know it’s a big bad world out there but there is a paradise as well, a patch of blue sky [...]

I made a little moss jar, with the green fairy carpet from the red brick path. Rolling downs and feathery green flowers. It smells of waterfalls and rocky creeks. Cottingley Beck. I can’t wait to see who moves in.

Today was washing on the line and the chance of rain and houndstooth skirts and crunchy apples and curling up on the grass beneath the Jacaranda tree in a small pile of blankets to read.
I have a secret love for Spiderwick. It reminds me to look for Stray Sods on our lawn and inspect patches [...]

I walk past the Gingerbread House every day on the way home from school. I have to go the long way around, take Watercress Road instead of Hayne Street with all the other girls. I like that though, walking on my own, and besides I can’t help it, I am in love.
The Gingerbread House is [...]