walking the enchanted forest

The sun is bright and warm on this winter day.

My legs are gaining strength, my steps a little more sure.

My hand not so steady with the camera, yet there is progress.

That Cat suggested we take a walk together in the enchanted forest to look for buried treasure.

Out past the Gargoyle that doesn’t divert water; but chases away evil spirits.


Down the mossy path.

That Cat pauses to contemplate should we go left?


Or right?


A quick look back to make sure I am following.


We come upon the home of a wood troll.

 At first it appears to be vacant.


Then briefly we see the eyes of the troll peep out from inside.

 Just as quickly they are gone.


The mossy path is covered in Holly berries.



Follow the berries to the home of the fey.


Here is the spot where the forest spirits speak the loudest.


I hear the scurry of little feet, as they take refuge in the fallen tree.

Overhead a bird of prey makes their presences known.



A fallen tree is home to many types of moss.


Oh how I wish for a steady hand and my macro lens.



Deeper into the forest where the shadows are longer, a coating of ice remains on the drinking hole, where the wood nymphs gingerly cross.

We emerge from the shadows,  where we see a sparkling star shining in the sunlight.


In the cracks between slate oh so tiny mushrooms grow.




A single powder puff-ball of moss.

Ivy drapes down the trunk of a tree, where the fairies weave their way in out, leaving behind a trail of magic.


Angelic blessings abound.


A treasure is found.


Our walk in the Enchanted forest comes to an end.

We stop to rest on the bench.


Where That Cat watches the rapid approach of the white knight.


The magical journey in the enchanted forest is over, until next time.

See you later,



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give away – as in free stuff

Know what?

 This has been kind of tough week.

 So I feel like doing something that would make me feel good.

I’m going to have a giveaway.  I’m giving away a pair of my up-cycled wood tape measure earrings.

Keep them for yourself or give them away as a gift.

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They hang from SS ear wires, they are made from vintage wood tape measure that I cut up, I’ve added an aqua color bead, and cogs from an old watch I took apart dangle at the bottom.

Easy Peasy to win.

If you are on Facebook give me a like on my Night Bird Creations page, leave a message saying you would like to be included in the give away.

Not on Facebook, then just leave a message here that you would like to be included in the giveaway.

Told ya it was easy.

Want to see another photo with description, go to my Etsy shop.

Good luck.

Winner announced on Saturday.

See you later, Bye!



enough – adjective: equal to what is needed

Some time last year, as I often do; I placed several boxes of items, including a few containing Christmas decorations at the end of my driveway with a free sign attached. Normally in a few days the items have all been taken.

To my dismay the boxes of Christmas decorations remained.

The takers must have thought them too awful to have, even for free.

Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I love this time of the year.

Normally I go all out with the decorations – not in the way of cars driving by and slowing down to look way.  But I have a large collection of vintage ornaments and decorations that have great meaning to me.  I don’t do trendy, matchy matchy, everything is perfect kind of decorating.  I use items that mean something to me and bring happy memories to me.

Our Christmas tree is up.  That makes me very happy.

It doesn’t look like our normal tree.  I’ve had to make so many adjustments this year to accommodate my health issues.  But you know what, I’m okay with it.

This year, the contents of those ” free” boxes and few other items that I could easily reach are the decorations that I am embracing this year.

 I haven’t used anything other than white lights for at least 15 years but colored lights are what I had easy access to and then there are what I call the  fuzzy ornaments.

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Fuzzy ornaments that are falling apart

Fuzzy ornaments that are falling apart – o r I should say the fuzzy stuff is letting it all hang out.


This vintage Santa makes me smile.

I had one box of decorations stored in a closet that have been in there for at least 10 years.  A box lot of Christmas decorations  purchased at auction, that I had never even gone through.

Going through that box was like having presents to open, because I sure didn’t know what I was going to find.  I found it to be most enjoyable.

Some of the contents I loved and some of it, well let’s just say I’m embracing a new look this year.

I came across this quote some time recently.  It seems so perfect for me at this time and place in my life and as I look forward to new beginnings and yes change that I have found hard to embrace at times.

Gratitude turns what we have into enough, and more.  It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order, confusion into clarity…it makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow. – Melody Beattie

I hope that you find that you too, have enough.

See you later, bye!


cool crops frosty drops

A few weeks back I planted some cool weather crops in a few pots.


 Never did I think it was going to get so cold, so quickly.

Sad droopy spinach and lettuce.

frosty spinach

frosty spinach

frosty wilted lettuce

frosty wilted lettuce

Now, I want to be perfectly clear – I said I would not complain this winter about the cold weather.

So this isn’t a complaint, I’m just saying it sucks.

Excuse me, it really breaks my heart that my crops probably won’t produce.

So how about a few beautiful shinning photos of frost.

Frosty drops

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yes, I was crawling around on the ground in my fuzzy bathrobe and slippers taking these photos.  It was all I could do to get up off the ground.

So I moved on to my car where the ice crystals looked like feather magic.





These are on the side of my car – which is black although it looks blue here.


I think this one looks like shooting stars in the sky.

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I know, I got a little carried away, but how could I not, with such magic?

See you later, Bye!


fish crow

The common American crow is the Corvus brachyrhynchos the  call sounds like, caw caw caw.

I think they sound like they are laughing – when not giving that spooky scary haunted house on the horizon sound.

I happen to be one of those people who enjoys the antics of crows and ravens.

They are loud boisterous, travel in large flocks and they scavenge.

   Seemingly unpleasant traits.

They are also highly intelligent birds, that  I think get a bad rap.

While we were in Florida a few months ago, I was highly amused by Fish Crows, they are different then our laughing crows back home in Virginia.


these guys entertained me in the back yard for hours.

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I put bird seed  in my home-made record bird feeders.  They hang by shepherds hooks in the back yard by the water.

A brief fight with a red wing black bird.


I sat in the shade of the mahogany tree with the camera mesmerized by their antics.

Magnificent blue plumage sparkles as they hop about in the sunshine.



Fish Crow  –  Corvus ossifragus have a call that sounds like unh unh unh.

So if you ask them it they have done something wrong, they will reply unh unh.

The inspiration for my folk-art style pencil sketch is from these silly birds.

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I scanned the pencil sketch, then played with digital overlay.  Using new software it was a mistake at first, but then I rather enjoyed the different looks that I could achieve.  I tried several different styles, one of which is in the header of my blog.  Thank you Debra, for asking.

I’ve managed to accidentally delete the files with the other scans, and as of this time, I’ve lost the original pencil sketch.

Once the original is found, it will be available along with others at Night Bird Creations.

I asked the crow if he deleted the files and took the original but he said, unh unh.

See you later, Bye!


i heard an owl in the night

Hi Y’all – hope all you folks that celebrate Thanksgiving had a beautiful day full of love and happiness with someone special.

We changed our traditions this year, and it was a great day full of family and love.

What more could a person ask for.

A second day was spent with the other side of the family that was also pleasant and full of blessings.

We had a little cat emergency with That Cat on Thanksgiving and by the next day we knew he needed vet care.  I’m still not allowed to drive and Mr. Cottage had to leave for work early on Friday – long before the veterinary office was open.

Thank goodness that we can call our vet a very good friend.  A friend indeed, he offered to come and pick up That Cat and take him to the office and worked on him for us.

Thank you Dr. Sam.

That Cat is back home now, we are keeping a close eye on him, but I am suspicious, you know the way a mother’s intuition can be, that he may need to go back to the hospital for some follow-up care.

Keeping my fingers crossed.

Please put That Cat on your positive wishes list.


We have been stuffed to the gills with amazing turkey and ham and all the fixings, that other people have made for us.

But, I’ve really been wanting to do some cooking for myself.

Last night I fixed my first big meal in about 3 months.  I was completely exhausted by the time I was done cooking, but I managed to put in a good effort and eat a big helping.

I have physical therapists come out to the house and work with me a couple of days a week.

Today, I’m calling yesterdays session physical torture – I’m sore.

I also have a happy secret art project that I am working on and I can’t wait to share  with you, when the time is right.

Meanwhile, I guess there is hustle and bustle in the air for those that celebrate Christmas.

My favorite holiday.

Have you put up your Christmas tree yet?

If you love home-made gifts as much as I do pay Staci over at Life at Cobble Hill Farm a visit, she is doing a great series on just that very thing.

Wish I could keep up with all the greatness she is making.

Meanwhile I heard an owl singing in the night as I lay awake last night.

There is some folklore attached to that, which says it means death is imminent.

I choose to believe it was a song that I had been waiting to hear in my heart for something that is dear to me.

I have a thing for birds.

And that my friends, is what I have been up to here at Coral Cottage.

See you later, Bye!