Keeping to the fence where the grass was long…

Old farm hayshed made of split timber and iron roof, with concrete silo on its right. Long grass in foreground and light shining through clouds. Evening shot.

Keeping to the fence where the grass was long, they hurried from fence post to fence post. Finally, they came to the farmyard and they slipped back under the gate. They halted for a moment, listening and watching the sky.

Blossom sat up, listening…

Close-up black and white photo of an owl with wings outstretched, flying at night over flower-studded field of grass. Moonlight glimmering on the owl's back and head.

Blossom sat up, listening. his ears moving to catch any sound over the night noises.

The air above him moved. Wings flapped close to his ears and he flattened his body to the ground.

Shortly after, they came to a little tunnel dug into the back of the garden…

Close up of Blossom crouched in the grass, with leaves and twigs in foreground.

Shortly after, they came to a little tunnel dug into the back of the garden; an old, open water drain leading underneath the stone wall into the farmyard. A round loose rock lay against one side of the wall. Blossom ducked his head and followed Apollo into the tunnel.

Blossom almost jumped out of his skin…

Two, young wild-rabbit relatives of Agatha Bunny.

A quiet knocking noise made him pause. It was coming from outside his window. “Psst!”   Blossom almost jumped out of his skin. “Psst!” came the sound again, a little louder. Blossom, are you awake?” Blossom hopped over to his window. “He’s asleep, stupid.” “No he isn’t.” “Yes he is.” “It doesn’t matter, just wake him up.” “I’m trying.” “Who’s there?” squeaked Blossom. Four furry faces with big bright eyes and long ears appeared at his window. “It’s Bandit. This is Snoop and Bram and Apollo… we’re your cousins. We live down… Read More

Blossom’s First Adventure

Decorative steel bar gate in the garden's high stone wall with shadows and pooled moonlight in the garden and outside the gate. Shrubs and trees tumbling over the high stone wall.

“When will our yard be ready?” Blossom asked…
It was almost the middle of the week and their new house hadn’t been touched for days.
“Mr Meurs is a busy farmer,” repeated Agatha, for the tenth time that day. “He can’t drop everything just to finish our house.”
Blossom pushed his nose against the wire.

Chapter 2: Windblown Petals—How a Were-Rabbit got his Name

Blossom the little black rabbit enjoying the soft green grass in the farm's garden.

Windblown Petals—How a Were-Rabbit got his Name

Chapter 1: A Night of Storms and Moonlight Stirrings

Blossom the little black rabbit enjoying the soft green grass in the farm's garden.

A Night of Storms and Moonlight Stirrings – Some time ago (but not too long ago) on a wild and stormy night, a little rabbit was born on Lavender Farm.

Mrs Meurs

Mrs Meurs

Mrs Meurs manages the Meadowbrook bank. She lives with her husband and their two children Archie and Ella on Lavender Farm.

The Lay of Celyn Tegid (a prophecy)

Blessed be the children of the valley of Gwy,
Their roots lie strong and deep in the earth,