Welcome to Harvest Moon, a place where the creatures and landscapes of my imagination take form and meet the world. Nestled in beneath the wild craggy tors of Dartmoor inspiration comes on chilly winds from moonlit landscapes of other realms which share this rugged, ancient land of gorse and granite. Living here I sometimes feel on a bridge between worlds and ages as the land speaks from spluttering streams and wind-beaten tors, telling stories of folk and beast, but only in snatches before the endings are whipped away down the valley with the broad river and out to sea. So here I will share these stories and characters and they can dwell in your own imagination, continuing their stories with infinite outcomes. This is how they live, enjoy them!

Monday, 1 October 2012

new life....

...and so the chilly autumn draws in around us, the last warm embers of the summer sun fading behind morning mist and eddies of golden leaves. Such a beautiful season, autumn brings out the poet in all of us, and it is a time I always welcome and cherish. This year though I have polar feelings of sadness and excitement, making this autumn feel very different.

The sadness comes from mourning the passing of summer, and with it my perennial hopes of long, hot, hazy days drifting into one another for weeks on end....the summers of my childhood that seem to have left me waiting at the window, my breath fogging the inside as rain drops race down the outside. I'm beginning to feel I am waiting in vane. It is a strange feeling seeing the world roll towards that darker time of winter, rolling slowly and inevitably into the cold.

But then excitement comes as I remember the wonders of winter....coral red skies silhouetting tree skeltons; morning frosts edging fallen leaves in silver; and the occasionaly blanket of snow, telling a tale of night time in the criss-crossed tracks of rabbits, deer, foxes and who knows who else....

....There is though a more bubbling excitement which now permeates my days and nights....this comes from the paradox of new life growing, ready to emerge after samhain as the world goes to sleep and the sun dies again....

As I sit and write, this new life wriggles in my belly as if it knows that we're talking about it. The movements are so big now, in it's 32nd week of being, that I think I may be jiggled off my chair! We call it 'Little Bean', and like a bean it is a bundle of life and energy waiting to sprout. It feels like it can't wait, and neither can I....but we'll both have to be patient, because we have 8 weeks to go before we meet face to face. For now I must cherish every moment of carrying my Little Bean, because other mothers keep telling me that once they sprout, they grow very, very fast!

I feel that as Little Bean grows, so does my heart, bigger and stronger and fuller, growing to meet the wonderful challenge of motherhood. What a door we have opened, what an adventure lies behind it!


  1. Congratulations. And my confusion over the hands that didn't seem right only lasted a moment.

  2. So lovely for you! I remember the wonder of my first pregnancy. Baby must be due near the beginning of December.

  3. That feeling is so familiar to me, the taut belly with the constant movements inside! I look at my children now and wonder how they became so big. :) I love your tree, the way the branches curl round, so protective.
    Jess xx

  4. Oh Cari, this is so lovely!
    Do keep dropping your words and pictures in here... they are so beautiful.
    We are very excited for you and hope to get to see you two before you are three!
    Love xxx R

  5. Yes! It's such a joy to feel my ever stretching belly getting fuller and fuller, although it does feel like it might pop if it gets any bigger! My due date is 28th november, so I think I have some more growing to do still....my goodness!

    Rima it would be lovely to see you and Tom and hear about the rest of your summer....I will drop into the hermitage to see what you've been creating.

    much love, Cari x

  6. 8 weeks! Crikey. Time has run this summer like a mad, urgent horse. I was just talking to yer man on the phone until the battery died - I said I'd send a couple of links - here's one for handmade haramaki kidney-warmers (great for pregnant women and outdooorsing all) : here : and one for the acupuncture place I'm volunteering at in Exeter these days (cheap acupuncture!) : here

    Much love to you all and hopefully see you very soon :)
    Tom xx

    1. Thanks Tom!

      Yes time is flying swiftly...I can't quite believe how swiftly! I am now being regularly reminded how soon little bean is coming by struggling to get up from the sofa, getting light-headed when marching up hills (haven't quite got it in to my head that I should no longer be marching up hills!) and the ever more powerful kicks from within!

      It sounds like you've had a fantastic summer, and the Scotland tour sounds really exciting - wish we could come to see and hear you! But hopefully our paths will cross soon and we can hear about your adventures.

      Much love, Cari, Doug & Bean x

  7. Congradulations!....:)
    I use to call my daughter 'little bean' to when she was in my belly 12 years ago. Now she more like a string bean tall and skinny LOL....;)
    I love your Autumn picture, beautiful.....:)

  8. hehe, such a lovely image in my head of a green, willowy daughter! I think we all had a string-bean phase! I imagine our little bean will do the same judging by it's parents.

    C x

  9. At our NCT group we have 2 little beans, an acorn and an olive :)

  10. I just stumbled across your lovely blog. Congratulations, being a mother is the best adventure you will ever experience. Your heart will grow with love you never new was possible.
    I have been enjoying your art and your writing. Please accept my invitation to visit. Hopefully there will be something that makes you want to follow.
    Your newest blogging sister, Connie :)