This is my shadow, she has a name but I can’t tell it to you or you could steal her away and then I would have to wear iron shoes. I keep her in a drawer most of the time, with a brass lock, as polite people do, but sometimes she gets out, usually when [...]

She has style. Of course I love Lavender too and we can’t forget Miss Honey (except if I was her I would have stayed in the pretty little cottage with the honeysuckle.)
I’m sorry I have been away so long. Work has been swallowing up my hours like a tigershark. I miss taking photos, but I [...]

I think the year should start in September, when the freesias open and bloom. The sun is grinning again but the nights still bite my toes. It is the season for birthdays.
(Of course it’s still July and I have to make do with african daisies.)

She loved too many things, that was her problem, and they didn’t always love her back. Some times they would run away, like the field mouse she kept in her pocket for two whole weeks. Others would slip softly in to the realms of forget-me-so, where ballet shoes and half empty diaries collected dust bunnies [...]

They told me it was all blocked up, the fireplace, but they lied. I know because I can hear the north wind blowing at night, I know because when it storms tiny drops of rain hit the dusty bricks. I don’t mind though, I like the winter’s lullabies and I’m going to fill it with [...]

I want to be a little paper doll and live in my paper house and wear paper clothes with the white tabs for fit. Everything would be neat and light and bright with the smiles drawn on and the beds always made. I would be a little worried about the rain though.

Maman is back. We picked her up yesterday with a big bunch of yellow daisies to apologise for the weather. This morning I saw an owl, she was up late, silently winging home like an errant ghost. I was in the burnt woods. A fire went through here a year ago and the green is [...]

I like chasing sunsets. I followed this one through the empty streets and down down a steep hill, along a little forsaken alley where someone was sweeping up autumn leaves like molten gold. Autumn is the time of afternoons, of endings. I don’t really like them, they make me sleepy and wistful and a little [...]

You might think a swamp is an ugly place, but actually I’m rather fond of the one in my kingdom. It has an eerie dark beauty and I love the way the light filters through the trees onto the water.

This place I call the Sea of Violets. There is a little wooden bridge built [...]