Estos dos pequeños regentan la editorial más cuidada de todo el universo ratoncio. Bajo su sello se han publicado controvertidos ensayos como: “Que se ponga el gato su propio cascabel” o “La luna es un queso y será nuestra o no será”.
Y obras curiosas como “Lo que le pasó a Firmin después de la fama” o “Madrigueras embrujadas del mundo, historias que te harán temblar”. También están especializados en cuentos ilustrados para todo tipo de roedores.
September mouse was happy. The stores were growing fat from her foraging. Nearby hedgerows were now sleepy under the weight of ripened berries and nuts. The summer sun had kissed them particularly well this year. She secretly hoped it would make for some kindly remarks at Yuletide when she shared a glass of homemade rose hip wine with friends.
However this morning was different. A chill crept in beneath the mossy mat releasing its dormant earthy aroma. Her whiskers bristled with the change and her belly fluttered like the day moths amongst the grasses. This was her favourite turn of the wheel and her mind skipped with dreams of warming her tiny toes next to the fire and the sharp scent of sloe chutney bubbling on the stove. She realised she was missing one vital ingredient to her slowing days. Her famous spiced biscuits would be sorely missed from the upcoming festivities.
She fastened her winter coat on for the first time this year. The one with the feather brooch kindly donated from Jenny Wren herself after a misfortunate event when Mrs Wren had mistook September mouse's weaved home for her own nest! She was quickly forgiven though especially as she was dealing with seven hungry chicks at the time. But that all seemed very long ago now.
Opening her door she was greeted with the pink cusp of her very own autumn dawn and delighted in the beauty of hundreds of bejewelled webs. These delicate dances of midnight spiders would be useful when climbing the towering hogweed to reach the spicy seeds.
So she grabbed her basket and scampered off into the hedgerow. Leaving nothing but the soft mutterings of her wild shopping list in her wake.
As always thankyou so much for taking the time to read this.
Much love and magic x
It is with sadness but also huge appreciation that I write this post. I found out yesterday that Jill Barklem author of the Bramley Hedge stories had passed away. Her books helped to shape my childhood which in turn has inspired my adult life. I will never forget that feeling of turning the page to reveal such beautiful illustrations of mice in human clothing. I had no doubt they were a reality somewhere and would dream about being allowed a view into their hidden world. Jill shared so much of her magical world with us so in turn I would like to share one of my little mice, I am not saying they are on the same scale as Jill's wonderful illustrations but It's may way of thanking her for the magic she helped to keep burning in my soul.
So I am offering the chance to win one of my Mice of Lace, this one in fact. All you have to do is tell me who has inspired you and why? It can be anyone, someone famous, a family member or a stranger. Lets fill this post with magic and kind words. So often social media is full of doom and gloom so lets celebrate each other and in turn celebrate the beautiful gift that Jill left for us. I will close this giveaway on Sunday at 9pm. I am afraid there can only be one winner and I don't think I shall use some random number generator I will pick the person who's words speak to me. I know that's not usually the way it's done but it's the way I am going to do it :) Much love and magic!