by Juliet Batten | 29, Jul, 2013 | Uncategorized
Dear reader, I grieved the loss of the brooch. I thought about it every day. I pictured it in my mind. I wanted to call it back.Then after a couple of weeks, I received a phone call from a woman who lives in Second-Street. She said, ‘The wind blew your notice... 
by Juliet Batten | 28, Jul, 2013 | Uncategorized
Come, gather around the fire and I’ll tell you the story I told at our family winter dinner. When I was 16 my mother, who always gave special birthday gifts, asked me if I would like to choose my own this year, now that I was growing up. She took me to a... 
by Juliet Batten | 26, Jul, 2013 | Uncategorized
Are you ready for some winter magic? Come and join our midwinter dinner and ritual. It’s a little late this year, but at winter solstice some of us were away. Each year we gather around the fire for our midwinter feast and story telling. This year we were... 
by Juliet Batten | 20, Jul, 2013 | Uncategorized
Times have changed in publishing. I love real books, but to sell my books overseas it looks like I might have to think about publishing an ebook next time.Ebooks have no smell or touch, unlike these hyacinths which made me dizzy with delight. The ebook... 
by Juliet Batten | 16, Jul, 2013 | Uncategorized
In the depth of winter, colour recedes from the bach garden. But a new note is struck. Snowdrops hang their little bells so sweetly. I feel as fresh as a maiden when I look at them. Rangiora nonchalantly flips over a leaf, to show the silver underside. One year I... 
by Juliet Batten | 10, Jul, 2013 | Uncategorized
Waders dip their beaks A child dips her hand I dip my pen. Feeding at the edge We findtreasure. 