Night! The foot is ok, ten more days in boot, able to walk barefoot around the house, a bit limpily…but recovering well, I think, thank you for asking!
Goodnight x
Night 🖤
I agree.
Goodnight.
🖼️ Park Row, Leeds, John Atkinson Grimshaw, 1882.
Notes from across The Pond.
hudsonmoon is ageing gracefully (I think).
“How Terribly Strange to Be Seventy - A Short Ramble” is today’s wonderfully diverting Pick of the Day.
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Happy 1st Birthday to my short story collection Saltburn!
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"And he found her there, in the hills, where the first St Agnes flowers trembled, and lilacs waiting to breed from the land. There she stood at the edge of waking and dream, Winter almost gone and Spring not quite here yet."
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Birdsnest in a Bed of Wildflowers, O.D. Ottesen (1816–1892).
How Reynard prepares for a great pilgrimage and is read by Belijn, and how he bids farewell to the court, Gustave Van de Woestijne (1881–1947).
And a bit more on Sheridan Le Fanu from yours truly can be found below!
wunderkammertales.blogspot.com/2025/08/the-...
In autumn, ensorcelled knights dream of death pale kings et al
... but what dreams may come if a faery’s child catches them in spring?
We get to the bottom of it, in our 12th #darkspringtide tale, from the hills of Hesse.
🎨 Frank Cadogan Cowper
Yes!
It’s jib is good.
Morning 🩵 🫖 🪕
Morning! 🐰 🌸
Yes.
Hello Thursday.
🖼️ Yuri Vasnetsov
Grey Squirrel and Wood Anemones, Raymond Booth.
Wren of the Day:
Canyon Wren
📷 Bryan Calk
Book Cover of the Day:
The Nature Notes of an Edwardian Lady, Edith Holden, 1905.
🖼️ Catherine Hyde
Mistle Thrush and Song Thrush, Tunnicliffe.
Morning.
Six Birds, George Brookshaw.
Ooo, thanks.
Indeed.
Night T 🖤