Elder, I love you

There isn’t a tree in my garden I love more than my elder tree. To me, the elder is just magical. It’s so talked about in folklore that it has gained mythic proportion – and after enjoying them in the hedgerows in England, it was the first tree we planted on our property. I’ve taken…

On Sharing #2

The world is going to shit. Now, that’s a harsh way to start a blog post, and I’m sorry if I have offended you, but I assure you that by the end of the blog post, you won’t be so upset but thinking that the little things count, and be encouraged to do your bit,…