I Love Snow

I proper love snow, I do!  I love the silent pitter-pats as if falls, the soft icy blanket that lays itself across my face and tickles my nose, the diamond-encrusted sparkle as it lays in the sun waiting for my wellies to come wading through it and break the Magic until the next fall repairs it again.

The Snow Builds

As orange glows of manmade lights
Pierce softness of the night's delights,
I see the icy petals fall,
The roses of Jack Frost do call:
"Oh come and play! Do build us up!
Mould us, throw us, have a cup
Of festive cheer and winter joy!
Come play with us, each girl and boy!
Make people from our squeaky foam,
That way you'll never be alone;
For night has fallen, have your fun!
Not yet will come the warming sun."

 

Settling Snow

The honey-coloured skies of Winter
Plumps their cushions as they shift.
Winter's skies of mid-December
Bring the children icy gift.
A flurry here, a parcel there,
A gentle kiss on nose
To greet the children out of school,
Now dancing on their toes!
We hope that soon there'll be enough
To make snowballs and fight,
And bring up snowmen and their wives...
Please let Christmas be white!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

That year, Christmas WAS white.  And I made a picture for the wonderful lady I met through a complete pooface - she promised me snow, and I got it.  She is my Fairy Snow-Mother now!

And if you are interested, I made a video of one of my Favouritest places to walk, Bolton Abbey.  Obviously, I had to take some Gingas with me...

 

I proper love snow, I do.

Welcome to The Land of Shylass!

A winding path leads Daisy's imagination through a magical exploration. Sometimes she allows her senses to wander the Realms of the Otherworld, touching the stars with dreamy delight.  In fact, Daisy would like to be a star.  She says, "Daisies are the shadows that stars leave us so we do not forget them when they go to bed."  At other times, Daisy falls to a hard earth with a nasty bump.  She tries to find the joy in life, be it through her dreams, her fantasies, her photography, or her fishing, even when her hope has faded.  "And the deep, swirling fog rolled in, saturating the air and ground with mystic portents and whispered secrets. When the clouded mists of grey-pearl veils are lifted away, will sunshine and rainbows be the result?"

Daisy is generally a very shy and anti-social person, who can fool you into thinking she is confident and friendly when she has to.  She's not, really.  She does love her friends, and being in their company, but she prefers to wander in solitude through both desolate, lonely places, and those twinkling with fairy dust, sparkling lights, and sweeties.  She loves giggling and silliness, and one of her favourite phrases is that there should be "More Joy in the World".  She regularly attempts to make this happen by being silly and then going to her Favouritest Place in All The Land - bed.  "Twinkly, sparkly, glittery stars, I'm getting tipsy in celestial bars. Hic and a burp and a twist of lime; now I'll slumber deep in this heaven of mine."

She welcomes you to follow along her journey with her, if you promise to keep your distance and remind her to take lunch and cake breaks.  One never knows where Daisy might take you - it could be to the beach for tiddly fish hunting, or to the moors for contemplation.  It might be to her most secret heart's desires that she keeps locked away from the Ordinary World, or to the shop of Frivolity, Glitter, Stripy Socks and Gingerbread Men.  She likes to be dreamily pretentious, uttering phrases such as, "For it is only in our dreams that the True Magic is manifest; I sit, I dream, and Magic kisses Hope and brings it life."

Daisy also finds it sometimes easier to write in the third person (although she is wondering if her medication will yet reveal her first and second persons.  But wherever her path may lead her, you are welcome, Traveller, to see what Daisy sees...