the green of life, it's lessons ever flowing

He's such an artist. He sees form and shape and ideas in even a rock from the stream.



She likes to be outside, ALL of the time :)









But then so do I so it's ok.



Sometimes late in the day I am surprised to find a warm egg still in my pocket from when I plucked it from the nest that morning.



We have a white broody hen and under her I found eight eggs, so right now my dh is constructing a little broody pen for her, just for her, to lay us some chicks. It's very exciting, lets hope the cock's been doing his grand work.

I am still making nettle soup (nettle and sweet potato is our fave) and luckily they like it





I love our little patch of wildness so much. So much because it's only us who visit it. Every time I see it I feel the wonder of it.













And so we get to see the changes without someone else making them. It's a tunnel of green and wild garlic and damp cool water. I could lie there all day, but must contend with my shoes off and sitting on the earth.







I touch the trunks of trees and feel their calm deepness of being radiating out. They just *are*. They are peace and patience and life.





Some are mottled or diseased and still they grow, accommodating, not resisting, but managing life and living all the same.



Everywhere you care to look you can find every life lesson you ever need to learn, right there in the garden or lane or field or woods.

Our evening walks are also full to the brim with time for the senses.









I love watching them walk, so confident, taking the short cut home.