The seasons

I have a love and fascination for seasons.  The way that everything moves through the year, and the way that we change with it.  I like to try and reflect this in my Instagram account, creating blocks in time and the mood that I feel.

Spring, where everything is bursting into life, always reminds me of the Beatrix Potter books; with animals busily Spring cleaning, letting light back in with an insatiable energy and zest.

Summer with it’s long lazy days full of romantic muted blooms and fields of long grasses. When I was about 10 years old, I had the most beautiful pop-up book.  On every page was a gorgeous English garden scene with bees and butterflies, and then on the last page was a pop-up of the most idyllic thatched cottage in the countryside.

Autumn fills your eyes and senses. Everything feels earthy and warm, yet fiery and intense. Nothing fills me with more joy than a walk in the woods, replenishing my body with the cooler weather and reawakening my mind. Then going home, lighting the fire and reading ‘The Wind in the Willows’ to my boys.

Winter and everything feels so incredibly different to any other season. It has a strong, dark, dramatic moody air. Each day can feel so long; and yet so short. Trees stripped back to reveal a more structured strong frame. Candle lights and hearty soups care for the soul, resting before the circle begins again.