That's because the butler is the previous girl, who came back

The witch hums a love song while she prepares his remembering potion.

The witch mashes potatoes and sets the table.

#TimelessTuesday in the Pennsylvania forest

shrewdles

#FridayFog Next to the misty stream trees cast shadows in morning light

Little boy (to a pigeon): Hello fishy, hello fishy, hello fishy.

I exchange a smile with the mum of a little boy in the park as a large brown leaf comes to land at his feet and he says to it: Are you ok?

16th January, daily stitching marking the passage of time International Nothing Day, celebrating nothing. You can see this one on my YouTube channel today. #intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal

All snuggled up🦌 #wildlifewednesday

Upside-down, in my photo of Hollow Ponds, a stony-ground dusk descends over a pale, grey water-sky. Below a horizon of oxidised-iron coloured leaves, a seeming reflection of winter trees, branches bare - vein-like, and down beneath, a bird in topsy-turvy flight.

puzzle dungeon | fantasy family portrait

The witch shoos the squirrels out of the kitchen and sneaks a taste when he is not looking.

(breathe)

🖼️ Yamaguchi Kayō

Komorebi Gorgeous light at Nunhead cemetery, London #godrays #crepuscularrays #phoro #photography #naturephotography

Wandering potion seller 🪴

Happy 2026 💫⭐️ #art

🖼️ Jozef Wilkon

8th January, daily stitching marking the passage of time #intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal

She arrives at the house on a Tuesday, seeking secrets. She carries a long history of hardship, and her innocence like a shield.

The witch smiles as she rearranges her spice shelf. She sends him the same love letter every week, the very first letter she wrote to him fourty years ago, when he was graduating with honors and she was just an forest witch apprentice. He reads it with the same sense of awe and surprise every time.

6th January, daily stitching marking the passage of time #intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal

6 January is Epiphany, the Twelfth Day after Christmas, a feast of manifestation when the light is shown to the world. In some old lore twelve straw fires were lit on this day to drive out the spirit of death. Like the first buds & flowers we release the past and welcome the new.

Have yourself a merry little cloud pic Let your heart be light

The witch snores a little. The little frog laughs and leaves a note on the window shill for the witch.

I love this one

Covered Bridge #Photography

The witch, standing at the back of the room, waves her wand whenever the wizard forgets a spell. The words appear on the wall above him. The class gasps in amazement. Only the librarian looks at the witch concerned. "He's been a little forgetful lately, that's all" shrugs the witch.

Sunset woodland #trees #woodland #treeclub

2nd January, daily stitching marking the passage of time Happy #WorldIntrovertDay 🙂 #intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal

😭

The witch, standing on his window ledge, is brandishing a decorative spear and staring down the ancient beast. "Whatever the problem is Jerry," she tells the sea monster, "it can wait till morning. You are not waking him up. Now, would you like some tea and cranberry scones while we wait?"

The witch hides her smile. She has written "I love you" in the margin of the next page, she wonders how long it will take him to notice.

The witch l uses her cauldron to mix chocolate fondue.

#MondayMood ❄️

"uh-oh, that was close, the witch mumbles. I wonder if he let the stabilization spells expire. " Armed with a flashlight, her favorite white cat following her footsteps, she untangles the worn out spell from the brambles surrounding the tower and slowly raises it back up. "Much better," she smiles.

The Witch is on the roof with her two favorite nightingales. "Let's harmonize with the wind and sing his favorite song one more time, she urges. I want to make sure he is well rested, he's been working so hard lately."

She arrives at the house on the longest night of the year, seeking shelter. She carries her family's shame, and a letter of recommendation.

She is disrespectful.

The witch comes in wearing her favorite purple pajamas. "You are not reading ahead without me?" "Sorry, I forgot," the wizard mumbles apologetically. Where did we leave of?" He clears his throat and reads in his deepest voice "I am here now, and you owe me an explanation." The witch smiles.

The witch pokes the wizard with her elbow. "Wake up. You are on midnight forest duty tonight," she mumbles half asleep. "I'd take care of it but I'm zzzzz" The wizard gets up slowly, and looks for his slippers. "I'm coming, I'm coming..."

"clockwise," the Witch sighs. "It clearly says so in the instructions. Did you forget to read the instructions?"

"Sleep well, love" the witch says in the message. "There is a forest emergency. I should be back by morning. Don't forget, you promised you'd conjure pancakes."

Ethereal #winter ❄️ #classicmono #nature

Remnants of prayers. ✨