Thursday, 7 December 2017


As I start to make my baking list and the ingredients I need, I thought of this little poem I wrote. Hope you enjoy!

                                                                SUGAR COOKIE DREAMS

                 Red and green glitter over the stars, bells and wreath shapes.

                Lovingly placed on the cookie sheet.




                Time spent mixing, tasting along with smiles and laughter over the kitchen table.

                Memories baked with care and packaged lovingly in pretty boxes.

                Making that special plate for Santa?

                Taste the sugar, vanilla and crunchy toppings and dream sugar cookie dreams.

                Merry Christmas!

                TIP JAR:

Thursday, 30 November 2017

THE FROST TREE-flash fiction

Hi this mild winter day! Sunny too! Here is a little tale of a frosty tree. Hope you enjoy.


Flash fiction


In the winter there is magical tree that affects a few days in the winter. Things like really cold winds and temperatures fluctuate wildly.

But the biggest thing is that it draws everyone out to come to it and no one knows why. Some offer it gifts thinking that it will bring good luck and others say prayers to wish good health to all.

Whatever the reason, the white frosted tree towers over the valley in the winter giving off a magical feeling that no one can deny.

So instead of trying to figure it out, everyone just celebrates it for whatever it means to them.

Happy Winter to all!

Thursday, 23 November 2017

STORYBOOK DREAMS-flash fiction

Hello everyone! Today is about little girl and her adventure into Storybook Dreams. Hope you enjoy!


Flash fiction

One night a little girl by the name of Rose decided to crawl into her book.

She wanted to meet the characters. Rose waited till after bed when the moon was shining through her window.

Keeping very quiet she crept out of her bed and went over to where her bookshelf was.

With both hands Rose pulled out the heavy hardcover book and plopped it on the floor.

Like magic is fell open onto a page that almost glowed.

Rose stood in awe as she could feel a breeze come out from the book. She came closer and looked in and could see a field with a steam running by it.

A tree with red leaves stood tall nearby. Some of the red leaves were whirling around in the air.

Then something came toward her and she stood back and watched a cluster of red balloons come floating up and they hovered in front of her as if they wanted her to take them.

So she did. They pulled her into the book and now she was standing on a hill with silky green grass tickling her legs.

Rose smiled and looked around. “Where am I?” she said out loud to whoever might hear.

“Why you are in the land of book dreams, my dear.”

Rose looked hard to see who had answered her. Then over the hill flew a large butterfly with different shades of red. He glimmered in the low sun.

The red butterfly landed on a nearby clump of daisies that were swaying in the strong breeze. He really had to hang on to not be blown away.

“Who are you?” asked Rose. “I don’t remember you in any of my stories.”

The red butterfly who had finally managed to hold himself still for a moment looked at her with his tiny black bead eyes. “I certainly am there. I flutter about where ever I want to go and whatever story I feel like it.”

“I see,” said Rose. “Where then are the characters of my stories? Is Buffy bunny here and my favorite fluffy kitty-Suki here somewhere? I would love to meet them.”

The red butterfly swung low to the ground from the breeze but managed to hang on. ”I believe they are in over there but they don’t like wind much. But don’t fret, the wind will die down soon. We can have a picnic.”

Rose clapped her hands.

It wasn’t long when the wind did soften and Rose got her wish.

Buffy the bunny and fluffy kitty-Suki came bounding out over the hill. Along with them came more, another little girl came with them. She looked like a rag doll but she could run fast.

She came up to Rose and swung her around all excited.

The red butterfly cleared his throat and everyone turned their attention to him.

“This is Rose everyone. She is here to have a picnic with us.”

They all clapped and got ready. The rag girl that Rose had called Kally, laid out a red and white checkered cloth for them to sit on.

Buffy bunny set out mismatched tea cups. Suki set a cake in the middle that Rose didn’t where it had come from.

They all sat down and the red butterfly lit down on the cloth. They found a stone to lay on top of the string to hold the balloons.

The cake was strawberry and everyone got their fingers sticky.

The rag doll had more napkins though and went down to the creak dipped them in so everyone could clean up.

Rose had a lovely time but now was falling asleep. It was time for her to go to bed.

The rag doll Kally took her by the hand and took her back tucking her into bed.

“Sweet dreams, and we will have another picnic with more friends.”

Rose hugged her own rag doll and drifted off and dreamt of the red butterfly telling her stories.




Thursday, 16 November 2017

THE OAK TREE NYMPH-flash fiction

Hello everyone! Hope all is well. Today we have a little faerie tale. Hope you enjoy!


Flash fiction

It was said that she was once human but it’s hard to say given the ways stories can change with age.

Deep in the Old Ridge forest that is so old that a lot of it has even disappeared through time, is said to be where she met the love of her life.

Siera was walking through the woods and some said she was walking that day with a troubled mind and that was what caught his attention.

No matter what, when she came back from her walk, her mood was different.

Each day she made a trip back into the forest and her family was wondering why she was doing this so her father and brother followed her one day’

They lost track of her half way and could not find her. They both panicked and thought something had gotten her.

But when they went back, there she was. And when they asked her about it, she only smiled and said that she had only gone for some herbs.

They both looked at one another and ended up shrugging it off. They didn’t follow her again.

But this one day a stranger came to their cottage and was asker for Siera.

It was her sister that came and got her. Her father and brother were not home.

When Siera went to the door, she smiled. Her sister knew that this gentleman was not like them and ran to get her father and brother.

But by the time they all got back, Siera was gone. They all rushed to the forest to find her.

All they could see was some tracks that ended up at an old oak tree. None of them could figure out where she went. There were no other tracks leading anywhere but to the tree.

Finally after an exhausting hunt, they went back home.

They never did find her but her sister Mary who had gone for a walk in the woods and walked to the old tree where the tracks had ended. The rains had made everything lush and the air smelled sweet.

Mary looked around as if looking for her sister. When she turned around to leave, she felt a familiar presence. She didn’t turnaround right away but could feel eyes on her.

A prickle crept up her neck.

When she got brave enough to turn around Mary thought she saw eyes hidden in the tree looking at her and her own eyes went wide.

She whispered Siera. But when she blinked all she was some bugs crawling over the bark.

The experience haunted Mary the whole trip back. Thoughts of the stranger that Siera appeared to know played out in her mind.

When she got back home, she never told the rest of her family what had happened.

The whole story from there was vague and faded but it was believed that Siera had been taken by a woodland faerie and now lived with him in the old forest.

The old oak tree which is stands tall and big now is still there wielding unknown magic by her.  


Thursday, 9 November 2017


Today we have some black cat magic! Hope you enjoy.
Flash fiction
There is no need to fear him when he shows up suddenly. You know he is around when you see this little glow in the park near the edge.
Out of the blue you will see a lamp post. That is the sign that tells you the magician has arrived.
Now don’t expect to see a man or a woman. Sometimes you might see a black cat.
It could be his familiar? But no one knows or asks.
There is no hat for a rabbit to pop out of but instead things appear out of nowhere.
But if there is a hat, beware.
What comes out of this hat depends on you.
He will offer you wishes for your consideration. Be careful as you wonder how he knew what you always had wished for.
His green eyes will bewitch you as you ponder. Better to say no thank you.
Better to let him do his magic to just entertain you.

Thursday, 2 November 2017


Hello and today we have some cat flash fiction. Enjoy!


Cat flash fiction

I woke up today with a tingle in my tale.

It’s going to be one of those days that goes exactly right.

My bowl will have an extra helping of wet cat food in my favorite flavour-tuna.

The sun will have warmed up my cat basket for perfect morning snooze.

And with any luck the other cats will want to play after.

But the best part of the day?

I just know that this will be the day I catch that red dot!!

Thursday, 26 October 2017


I think the wind witch is back today. Very windy here with a skiff of snow on the ground. It won't be staying but the wind is sure blowing so I think we all could use a warm cup of tea. Keep warm and enjoy you tea!




The cool air wraps up around us and reminds us of the time of year it is.

The smell of autumn and its freshness feels good actually. A relief from the summer heat of a few weeks ago.

The leaves start to turn and fall to the ground creating a crunchy ground as we walk.

Raking and making piles for the kids and dogs to leap through and even a kitty.

Pumpkins gathered up from the garden and used for display.

Warm soup to be made from the pumpkins and butternuts to warm us up.

But a nice thing to hold in your hand is some tea while you sit in the old chair outside and enjoy what warmth the sun has left.

Apple cinnamon or peach apricot lose tea simmering in a pot warms the soul on a beautiful crisp autumn day.  

The spiced liquid we hold warming out hands goes through us and fills us with a warmth that makes us feel good and happy.

Enjoy some autumn tea and have a happy autumn!