star egg
the sorcerers garden
Echinacea sprite
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
the snail garden at Christmas
time and other traveler,and photographer, I'm the hopeful storyteller, sometimes a virtual wanderer, a seeker of light and magic - and a finder of old bones, tomes and philosopher stones- Just your average everyday mad woman.
