A natural habitat

We have a woodland area that is a gentle stroll from our home. With a hop, skip and a jump, I am there. It’s where I escape life’s noise. Life’s turmoil. Very few know of this place that teems with wildlife. That teems with tiny woodland creatures. I frequently walk alone, no one in sight.

The fallen trees provide a natural habitat for our woodland creatures. It’s where I see the roe deer. The bats. The tiny birds as they forage for food. It’s where I see the naughty squirrels pinch seed from the bird tables. They have no shame. Still, all nature must eat or surely die.

In the rose garden there is a fish pond. Dragonflies with their beautiful iridescent colours of green and blue, flap their wings vociferously. Bees, butterflies and wasps pollinate the delicate pearls of wisdom. The scene is inspiring. Pure magic.

It’s where I engage with nature. It’s personal to me. It enables my thoughts to flow. It is my happy place.