Paradise House
Erica's Garden through the Seasons
Summer
The little darling, Spring,
Has run away;
The sunshine grew too hot for her to stay.
She kissed her sister, Summer,
And she said:
“When I am gone, you must be queen instead.”
Now reigns the Lady Summer,
Round whose feet
A thousand fairies flock with blossoms sweet.
Spring Goes, Summer Comes – Cicely Mary Barker
When Erica isn't writing...
Erica the Novelist
Where the magic happens. I have a lovely booklined study where I write, it’s a room that has a very ‘blingy gold’ theme to it and with a hint of Japan to remind myself of my youngest son who lives in Tokyo.
For a change of scene to shake things up, which is invariably a good idea to refresh the writing process, I also write at...