Today is Lughnasadh or Lammas. The first day of the harvest season🌽 Traditionally, the first of the harvest festivals was important to our ancestors as it meant the end of "hungry July" 🌾 #Lughnasadh also celebrated Lugh of Ireland's Tuatha Dé Danaan ☘️ Ireland was once

I made a garden just to keep about me The birds and things I love, all summer long. I doubt not they'd live well enough without me; How would I live without them – their sweet song? ~ Robert Frost, “A Summer's Garden” · © Geronimo Giqueaux

SELCIE is largely on Instagram now (details below)! 💚🦉

The softest clouds of thistledown 💜

Summer day 🧡

The Harvest, a linocut by Helen Timbury. #FolkloreSunday #blackcat

New Pre-Raphaelite Exhibition Announcement! At Perth Art Gallery, ‘Millais in Perthshire’, explores the relationship between Millais and Perthshire, Scotland. The exhibition is the result of a long-term loan of a private collection of 300 artworks belonging to the artist.

'A Child's Garden of Verses' by Robert Louis Stevenson, illustrated by H. Willebeek Le Mair. #illustration #thelandofnod

Over on instagram SELCIE is celebrating the wonderful Glasgow-born Helen Douglas Adam (1909-93). I first wrote about her elfin ballads in 2017 and she is a part of my ever-in-progress book about fairies and Scottish literature 🧚‍♂️💚 instagram.com/p/DM558rMMVu4/…

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Rivers are a peaceful place to rest and play by...but in Ireland there are unseen threats... ⛈️ ....for fairies sail the rivers of #Ireland in silent boats, hidden from our eyes, seeking unwary children to take to their Otherworld home ✨🧚🏻‍♂️ But he Rowan tree can help 🌳 The

Cornfield light 🧡

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It was very still & the sky was the dull silver of a mermaid's mirror. The swifts who nested in the thatch were leaving that night, flying to Madrid, then south, south, south across the Sahara, carrying tales of Old Fox’s cottage, tales of love, of sickness, of fear, of hope.

The winds have toppled the sweet pea tower for the romance of tumbling pink cascades 🩷

The fennel has grown wild and sprawling but the bees adore it 💛

Wolf hated the swifts leaving and refused to say goodbye. He stayed in his room until all was silent, and they had gone, flown so far the faint lights of the Finistère coast, of Ouessant and Île-Molène were below them, like old, old stars scattered in the great Atlantic swell.

The Mouse was waiting in a long line for rice. She was crying. She thought it might run out before she reached the front. No-one left even a grain behind from their portions. The sun was relentless and her feet hurt. Dizzying, fevered thoughts flowered and faded like Damask roses

Very excited to be part of this with wonderful Dr Lois Burke Please share CFP widely! 🙏 #scottishwomenwriters #childrenslit #irishliterature

During the fragile truce in February 2025, kindergartens in Gaza tried to reopen despite the destruction around them. Anas Al Sharif and his little daughter Sham waited for the bus, both eager for life and knowledge, but that hope was soon shattered. Israel killed Anas and