Kate Garrett

@kategarrettwrites.bsky.social

An incomprehensible being in very strange surroundings (just like you). Writer in Shropshire. UoB PGR in English Lit - hauntology, ecoGothic landscapes, & Daphne du Maurier. 🖤 Spooky is a lifestyle not a season. (She/They)

Yesterday it was chilly and raining and my son said the weather was nice. I said yes it is, makes you want to read and have ideas. Autumn is officially 'read and have ideas' season. ('Spooky season' is 30 October to 31 January, and no one can change my mind. A radical, scandalous opinion.)

Just before dawn in September is the best. While reading next to the window, I get to hear these lads making their 'this is my bit of woods! go away!' sounds at the same time. Poor owl. I always feel properly told off when tiny songbirds yell at me (especially robins, house sparrows & blackbirds).

Screenshot from the Merlin app, showing calls from a European Robin and a Tawny Owl.

Painfully aware I haven't had any Birb Drama to tell Bluesky about for ages. Wait: a couple of weeks ago the gulls were having issues with buzzards & cormorants, but I was busy & forgot to report back. But gull drama is barely even drama. It's just gulls. They're at it right now. It's their thing.

Hello writers! I originally hoped to respond to all subs by 1/7, but that's tomorrow & I'm still reading submissions. We've received more for Season 2 than for Season 1 - a beautiful problem to have, but it means I underestimated how long it would take to respond. I'll reply by this weekend! 💚

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Mugwort Magazine has just reopened for submissions. Please do send your 'writing from the edges' - I'll look forward to reading it!

Mugwort Magazine@mugwortmagazine.bsky.social · last yr.

Beltane / May Day greetings to you all! We are now open for 2025: Season 2 submissions at Mugwort until 31 May. 🌿 Full details in the guidelines - mugwortmag.wordpress.com/submission-g... 📷 ~ Bluebells (and dandelions) from my garden to celebrate the day.

A stem of 7 bluebell flowers with long green grass and a bright yellow dandelion flower in the background.

Flowers, so many flowers. 😍 For those who prefer birds: I did meet a robin while taking these photos. He made it VERY CLEAR that I was to stay away from his property (an ornamental bush at the side of the castle), then hopped back into said property before I could take his photo. Noted, sir. 🫡

Pinkish white magnolia blossoms in the foreground, with branches of the same tree - plus more blossoms - and blue sky in the background.Close up of a cluster of tiny blue forget-me-not flowers with yellow and white centres, on a background of green leaves and more flowers Close up of fluffy white cherry blossoms with more blossom from the same tree in the background, with blue skies

No photos but Mr Mallard is on the roof again, & he has a companion. Congrats to the happy couple on their seasonal pairing. May they have several beautiful weeks together! Also, the best bird thing in the mornings at the moment: the sound of Great spotted woodpeckers. 10/10 no notes. ❤️

A spring prose poem of mine, 'Gently does it', posing with some scrappy primroses (they sprouted through cracks in the concrete in our garden) - a day late for the equinox, but on time for World Poetry Day. 🌿💛

Gently does it

It takes time for the days to strengthen. We want the world to be golden and 
emerald when we open the door to a March morning – we want daffodils 
resting on clover, gilt eggs, the heat of day. But this light is lemon, the pale 
neutral of newborn swaddling blankets. This is still a chilly sun, but the breeze promises leaf buds and the answers to your prayers as a reward for your patience. There’s no need for a sacrifice – unless you want to give up everything that wastes your time, to make room for brighter beams when they at last shine across the path. Give thanks to the sun and the shadows while we are perfectly balanced, spinning in space. The story repeating here is undefined; the magic of renewal is one-size-fits-all. In Christ, they say, they are born again. But every spring we are all born again. Each rotation is a chance to greet the slow warming, ready to run – lips parted, a mouthful of song.

Look, I haven't had any major bird drama to report since the cormorant & corvids business. However, it's now ducks-on-roofs season down here by the river. Spring has truly sprung. Had coffee with a mallard this morning (even if he didn't know what was going on). I just love ducks-on-roofs season. 🦆

Blurry zoomed in photo of a male mallard duck - brown and white body, orange legs and feet, emerald green head, yellow beak - on a brown rooftop with trees in the background.

This morning, I got back from the school run & the crows over the river were agitated. Turned around to see what was up & there's a cormorant at the top of their tree. This afternoon, the crows were cross again. I looked out the window & the cormorant is BACK, looking around like 'lol what'.