Our oceans have the most fascinating creatures, including the biggest one of all – the whale. Plastic pollution like the bottles, plastic bags, and even the toys that we play with every day can end up in the sea. I bet you already know that eating plastic isn’t good for you. Well, it’s not good for whales…
I was dying to experiment with a vintage-style illustration. You know, the kind you find in the old children’s books… I had a go, and it’s not as easy as it looks! The result is the fairy poem and art below. Truth is, I’ve been immersed in a fantasy world recently upon recently releasing my…
I hope you enjoy this Christmas poem about two tiny mice, who despite being naughty all year, are actually quite… NICE! For more animal fun visit my gallery of watercolour art here.
I know it’s only superstition. They’re only birds, after all, and I love them. But their recent midnight calls have left me numb. You see, in folklore and myth it is believed that owls are the messengers of death. And that’s been my own recent experience. When my dear father was incredibly ill three years…
This little rhyming poem about a bear playing the double bass is just a bit of pure fun I had during lockdown. I guess I needed to create something light and whimsical. I think bears would make pretty good musicians – claws and all. They have a wonderful swaying rhythm when they walk. What do…
When I’m gardening I often dig up poor earthworms – a sign of good, healthy soil. I’m never quite sure who gets the bigger surprise though. I always feel so sorry for the critters who are literally flung from one environment into a totally different and alien one. I usually keep a eye out to…
This is (unfortunately) based on a true story. When I was a young girl, a close friend gave me a tiny pair of “Hello Kitty” scissors for my birthday. I had such fun playing with them that I got a bit carried away. First, I snipped my own eyebrows and my family thought I looked…
A little grey mouse twitched his whiskers Where, oh where are my brothers and sisters? Are they in the kitchen eating some crumbs? Are they in the garden nibbling on plums? Are they playing games in the garden shed? No, they’re tucked up warmly in their bed!
The glorious flowers of Spring in such an abundant display, inspired me to write this poem. Bright yellow blooms interspersed with orange and bright patches of cerise pink and fresh white, seemed to lift my soul. I couldn’t help feeling happy! This display of spring daisies happens on an annual basis on the west coast…