erica's garden

Poor January. Up at these latitudes (and points north), January gets such a bad rap. Post-festivities, post-indulgence January. On-the-dry J...

Hedge-bandit, song-bomb, dart-beak, the wren  hops in the thicket, flirt-eye; shy, brave,  grubbing, winter’s scamp, but more than itself...

In a week when my second fledgling left the nest, 'Night Vision' came to mind again. This is the song I used to sing in my head (...

Betty came by on her way Said she had a word to say About things today And fallen leaves from River Man, by Nick Drake Have a listen...

They have learnt patience and silence Listening to the rooks querulous in the high wood. Derek Mahon, A Disused Shed in Co. Wexford  Tra...