The Hermit’s Hollow home They say the bramble pie

They say the bramble pie was sweet on the tongue and bitter in the blood

beneath the tangled canopy where light rarely touched

each berry said to contain the memory of a soul long gone

the 'Hydrangea Hues Shawl' is sure to add a touch of floral charm to any ensemble

half in the light

The Hermit’s Hollow home They say the bramble pieDeep within the tangle of moss and mist, where the roots breathe and the air hums with forgotten spells, there once lived a hermit no one ever saw or at least, not fully. They say she was part creature, part memory. That she spoke to stones and stitched moss into sigils. That her home was no cottage, no den, but a single spiralled shell, carried on her back like a secret she never dared put down. The shell was small, but inside it grew vast filled