Nemophilist - a haunter of the woods.

Handcrafted love birds necklace, available on Etsy

Love birds necklace, available on my Etsy store now (www.owlandwallflower.etsy.com)  lovely bird pendant is made from plated bronze with a bronze chain to match.

Chain length approximately 18in finished with a lobster clasp to fasten with ease
Love birds approximately 1 inch wide

Your bronze bird pendant will come beautifully wrapped, ready for gifting. Your order will come with a little handmade thank you card. A special note can be included if requested.

The Bluebell 

by Anne Bronte

A fine and subtle spirit dwells

In every little flower,

Each one its own sweet feeling breathes

With more or less of power. 

There is a silent eloquence

In every wild bluebell

That fills my softened heart with bliss

That words could never tell...

Little Bee...

Walk in Malham, Yorkshire

Walk in Malham, Yorkshire. Through a bluebell wood, covered in wild garlic and to the waterfall Janets Foss. The name Janet is a reference to Jennett, Queen of the fairies who inhabited the cave behind the waterfall. Ross is the Nordic word for waterfall..

From here we walked upwards to Gordale Scar, an impressive limestone ravine, supposedly formed from melting glaciers.



We walked over rolling hills and fields to Malham Cove, a cliff formation out of limestone rock, 260 ft hight. After we walked to Malham tarn, a National Trust Glacial Lake. I didn't take any photos later though, as the weather became very stormy and windy so I kept my camera away to keep it dry.

Woodland Walk

A poem by William Henry Davis

When April scatters charms of primrose gold

Among the copper leaves in thickets old,

And singing skylarks from the meadows rise,

To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;

When I can hear the small woodpecker ring

Time on a tree for all the birds that sing;

And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long --

The simple bird that thinks two notes a song;

When I can hear the woodland brook, that could

Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood;

Upon these banks the violets make their home,

And let a few small strawberry blossoms come:

When I go forth on such a pleasant day,

One breath outdoors takes all my cares away;

It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold

Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.