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a journey of self discovery. You just never know what we might see. Is that a fairy ring under that rowan tree? Look! - a hedgewitch, I wonder what she is brewing in her cauldron today. Oh, and look at that poor menopausal soul, she needs our love & understanding. We may take a stop at the creativity school or a wander through the garden. And maybe, we will take the time machine back to the past! But wherever we go, we will always take time to stop for tea.

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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.


"a friend is someone who knows all about you, and still likes you" my dear DAILY PARCELS

Sunday, August 13, 2006

gratitude on Sunday


a fresh egg from my chickens, lightly fried - served on spelt bread with oven roasted vine tomatoes, drizzled with olive oil & cracked pepper. A glass of freshly squeezed orange juice from oranges from my own tree. served on my deck in the late winter sun - a delightful breakfast to be grateful for!

posted by Miss Robyn | 9:10 pm

7 Comments:

Blogger Daisy Lupin said...

That just sounds so good please may I join you? xx

1:13 am  
Blogger Ray said...

Me too? Daisy and I could fly over on the same plane...when things start to settle down over here in the UK.
Thanks for all your nice comments on my weblog.Didn't get the comfrey cream, but have a wee chinese bottle of oil that works a treat...even though the smell drives my wee dog nuts. My foot is healing, and I'll be on the golf course next week .(I hope) Take care and keep warm!!
Ray

1:52 am  
Blogger Tea said...

That sounds sooooooo good!

tea
xo

2:27 am  
Blogger Dot said...

What a delicious sounding breakfast! Wish I could have joined you!

8:19 am  
Blogger Rosa said...

Yuuum. Wish I were there to share with you (without tomatoes, please). xoxo

2:31 pm  
Blogger gma said...

Oven roasted tomatoes....MMMMM
Have you ever tried to dry them in the sun? I have....but got too hungry....it's faster in the oven.

1:11 am  
Blogger kansasrose said...

This sounds just perfect! I'll bring a big bouquet of sunflowers for the table and some fresh grapes to nibble on! And in a few weeks some Pink Catawba jelly for your toast and muffins! I'm outta here!:) It all sounds delicious! Bet you are an excellent cook!

10:16 am  

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