Chickens

my new culinary herb bed, + frog

eating sweet potato

St. John's Wort & Jacob's Ladder

Courgettes & eggshells in a somewhat empty raised bed with plotted square feet.

Alys, disliking the sound of the camera clicking

Wisteria

I am slowly slowly getting back to things. The stress I was feeling because of my job was wearing, wearing, wearing me down. I stopped crafting, I stopped taking photos, I disliked most of my hobbies. Everything started to feel very bad, and that's no way to live. I've left that behind now and I'm scared about what comes next, but the fear is easier than the stress of before. I've started making again, I've started growing again, I seem to have started everything again. Most of my photos have been coming out blurry, it's like I really am starting over. 

.

 I should probably have a hangover label by now.

another paleo breakfast:

smoked back bacon, fried finely chopped veg (butter, onion, celery, mushrooms), eggs, seasoning, grated cheese.

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#2

 Paleo bread

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snowdrops

aconite

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improvised Paleo breakfast #1

veg = garlic mushrooms, cherry tomatoes
protein =scrambled egg, parma ham

cold cures.

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hangover cures.

my favourite incenses.

home away from home.

She slept beneath a tree that night, sitting upright. She imagined she would 

have been scared for her life out in the open, for she was often terrified in 

her own room at home, even after double-locking the windows and 

covering the glass with quilts. Instead, she felt an odd calm spirit here in the 

wilderness. Was this the way people felt at the instant they leapt into rivers and 

streams? Was it like this when you fell in love, stood on the train tracks, went to 

a country where no one spoke your language? That was the country she was in 

most of the time, a place where people heard what she said but not what she 

meant. She wanted to be known, but no one knew her.

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#2

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the first of many.

to be scanned..

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"It was a troubled dream?" said Richard, clasping both my guardian's hands eagerly.

"Nothing more, Rick; nothing more."

"And you, being a good man, can pass it as such and forgive and pity the dreamer, and be lenient and encouraging when he wakes?"

"Indeed I can. What am I but another dreamer, Rick?"

candles burning in the half light.
surrounded in warmth, soothing.
watching steam rise, to mix with sweet-scented smoke.
feeling content, despite the still present pain.
it is less insistent for a time.

also good for: an over-active mind.