It’s only happening because the Pratchett estate stepped in after the Neil issue and made it happen. So mostly Gaiman free. Ish.

Not me. Won’t be going back either. But I also haven’t been on social media as much recently.

An apple tree in Attingham Park’s walled garden, just coming into blossom, at the end of a strip of grass. A covered veg bed is to the right of the grass, a flower bed to the left and the west wall is visible behind the tree, with a brilliant blue sky above, dotted with fluffy clouds.

View from my face #TheSmallThings #SpreadingJoy

It’s fairly oozing with tales!

Ditto!

I am also extremely taken by its almost nailed together appearance.

Book cover: teal background with white writing and image of swimmer and trees. Swimming the Seasons, a freshwater almanac, Polly Atkin

open magazine on double spread with headline 'the magic of lake swimming' on left, and photo of hand underwater and fells over it, and bluebells and damselfly on right.

Mikle looking up as he stands in front of open magazine

3 week countdown to the publication of my little book about swimming all year round in the Lake District, #SwimmingTheSeasons from @saraband-books.bsky.social. In the May issue of Cumbria Life - out now! - you can read an intro and extract, and see some of my favourite May lake photos. #BookSky

J’adore!

I cannot wait to read this!

The youthful officer at the gate let Drustan through with a perfunctory wave of her hand once he held his ID up to be read by the scanner set into the wall. She wore one of the new carbon-fibre automatics at her hip. Those would be turning up in the Tribal lands within a year - just had to hope the Tribal cops got more of them than the wolfheads or the mead smugglers. Aedith was waiting for Drustan in the central foyer, holding a coffee, her shift dress gone, replaced by a grey felt shirt, black trousers and a military-style greatcoat. The processing area was filing up with bare-chested Saxons, faces daubed with cheap supermarket warpaint, hands cuffed behind their backs. The small group of prostitutes waiting to be bailed out - male, female and friends of the aelves - displayed their delight at the entertainment laid on for them by making a truly impressive series of catcalls, until their arresting officers started threatening to add more charges, at which point the noise only got worse. The fact that fully two-thirds of the officers in attendance were Afro-Saxons wasn't going unremarked by the prisoners either.

rereading Pagans by @jamesbluecat.bsky.social as little a treat and “friends of the aelves” remains my favourite fictional trans-normative description

Love this! Cat-holicism wins! I'm feline that it's Cat-astrophic for Trump fur sure! 😏🐾

My woodland temple wears its bluebell best. My woodland temple sings songs of memory, the persistence of return. Sometimes our role as witches is as witness, as listener to the land telling its truths. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

Okay, let’s see if this works @realfollowers.bsky.social

Give me a parade of clouds and I shall tell you tomorrow. For I am a witch. Nature gifts me omens and opportunities for augury. I need only the clouded sky for nephonmancy, need only the plants below me for phytognomy. Peeking around the corner of fate is my commonplace. – #EmilyCBanting #WitchSky

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Glad I could help!

Screenshot of Persiflage’s Bluesky entry on the Clearsky app showing their date of registration as 25/07/2023

Here you go:

The witch sits the river and listens to the gossip it has heard on journey from source. She learns to make her magics fluid, to overcome all barriers. She learns every flow rate has its use. When to rage, when to be placid. She sits the river and becomes wiser. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

Some have a kissing tree, some have a thinking tree, some have a tree they tell their secrets to. I am a greedy witch. I've as many trees as lovers and I've performed magic with most of them. My favoured wood is like a party filled with old friends to talk to. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

A yellow half moon hangs low in the pale blue southern sky, above the white be tree in my garden, whose newly budding leaves glow green white in the dawn light.

Got up before dawn this morning and was rewarded with a soft sunrise and a moon over my white beam. #TheSmallThings #SpreadingJoy

Thresholds may be the witch's engine of sorcery, but the wise among us learn to recognise those that should not be traversed. Not every gate has to be opened. Not ever border needs to be danced across. There are times where we only need acknowledge they are there. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982

I love the wreath, it’s so vivid and uplifting!

Purple and pink blush tulips in front of my magical book stack that is topped with a woof carving of a wren.

A very small and very cute wood mouse wandering in my shrubbery

A large terracotta pot bursting with bright yellow daffodils and purple and white hyacinths

A patch of cream narcissus in full bloom in front of a red brick wall with a just starting to come into leaf tree growing up it.

I have completed yet another revolution around the sun so bring some delightful (imo) pictures in celebration #TisMyBirthday #TheSmallThings #SpreadingJoy

View of my dining table laid for Easter Sunday dinner with place settings, condiments, wooden coasters for the vegetable dishes in the centre and, at the opposite end of the table, a flower arrangement and a small egg box filled with multicoloured foil wrapped chocolate eggs and three felt animals, a hare on the left as mouse in the right and an Easter chick perched on top.

Close up of the flower arrangement (roses, stocks, alstroemeria, eucalyptus in a lilac vase) and the Tony’s Easter egg box in front of the arrangement. The box is surrounded by three felted animals; a hare in a blue jacked carrying a satchel on the left, an Easter chick half out of it’s egg perched on top, and a white mouse in green dungaree carrying a bunch of tulips on the left.

The Easter Hare, Easter Mouse and Easter Chick brought the Easter Eggs for the Easter dinner table. And yes, I am leaning hard into the whimsy this year!

Thank you x

Happy Easter! And that’s so sweet

Two rabbits sit, at the foot of a very large tree trunk, in the morning sun. In the foreground is a swathe of daffodils, most flowers fully open, some gone over. There are more large tree trunks, dew covered grass and daffodils in the background.

Happy Easter to all who celebrate!
To mark my return from my social media break I bring daffodils and a pair of Easter bunnies for all you lovely people in my phone. #TheSmallThings #SpreadingJoy

I am so sorry that other person was so rude. Using the word earth to mean soil is something that some people do but it’s by no means universal.

a blue and white penguin descending into an ice hole while waving its flippers. The white text with a thin black outline reading “See Yah Later” slowly appears and disappears around the image. Alt: a blue and white penguin descending into an ice hole while waving its flippers. The white text with a thin black outline reading “See Yah Later” slowly appears and disappears around the image.

Given the ongoing everything *waves despondently at the weather and the world* I have decide to co-opt a bit of Christianity for my own benefit and give up social media for Lent.

So I’ll see you all on April 5th. Mind you behave yourselves while I’m gone!