Deborah Vass

Now the hedgerows are festooned with honeysuckle, generously draping itself over sapling trees and filling the pathways with its pale golden

On a day when we remember those who gave so much, a poem by Edward Thomas who was killed in action on the 9th April, 1917, by a shell...

Those of you who follow me on Instagram and Twitter will know that I am rather partial to moths. The hot, still summer days of the past...

Woods I part the out thrusting branches and come in beneath the blessed and the blessing trees. Though I am silent there is singing...

In sketching and thinking about trees, it has led me to remember with fondness the poem “Birches” by Robert Frost. This is a poem I have...