Give the Groundhog Lots of Love Today!

On February 2, 2023 By Willow CroftIn Uncategorized26 Comments

Groundhog

Happy Groundhog Day! Doesn’t this groundhog look adorable? Or at least in need of a hug*!

Speaking of affection, you don’t have to wait another six months for the “romantic” holiday known as Valentine’s Day (Or Galentine’s Day)!

So, yes, I did create some lovey-dovey themed horoscopes, and did a tarot card reading…Horror Tree style, of course!

Hope you enjoy–with one click, and a happily-ever-after can be yours…or for your literary characters!

How will you be celebrating Groundhog Day or Valentine’s Day in your realm?

*Giving random wildlife hugs is not a good idea, in real life. Just in case.

Give a Shelter Pet a Furever Home on Valentine’s Day!

On February 14, 2022 By Willow CroftIn Uncategorized20 Comments

While I don’t recommend adopting an animal for someone else, without them meeting the animal, I would like to give a shout-out to one of my favourite causes: #AdoptDontShop!

So many animals linger in animal shelters, just waiting for their “furever” home!

And, what could be more romantic then taking your sweetheart to find a wonderful pet of their own!

It’s a “Happily Ever After” fairy tale, for sure!

If you’re at a loss for a gift, many animal shelters can also get you a gift certificate for a future adoption! Or you can make your own!

Don’t have room for a pet in your life but you know your significant other loves animals…make a donation to a local animal shelter, or even sponsor a pet seeking a home in your loved one’s name!

Hope your Valentine’s Day is lovely, no matter where your own heart is!

Find your furry or scaly or feathery love of your life by running a search on Petfinder.org!

A Tide’s Breath Apart

On November 29, 2020February 15, 2022 By Willow CroftIn Uncategorized19 Comments

…it’s a day of hauntings and heartbreak and loss, and maybe just missing things that you never had (but were close enough to hold on and never let go)…

A Tide’s Breath Apart

I slept the sleep of the dead
if the dead dreamed
during their thick & heavy sleep
I dreamed
not exactly of you
but waiting for you
knowing even in the dream
that you weren’t coming
even though I knew you were
only separated from me by
a sparrow’s breath
a ripple on the tide of time
I can’t cross
except in dreams
except in this dream
where the meadow holds us close
together
and where
I’m reminded of your last
might-have-been look
before you walked away.
You, grey, clear, and so delicate;
a strand of grass, clinging
to its coat of winter frost.
I hold you close
and not at all delicately
but only in my dream.