The Study

Today the weather is lovely. It's quarter to ten (AM) and I've just checked my Emails, (nothing of interest!) Sitting here, I can see some of Cait's garden, a lot of the grass that I mow, and the river running under our homemade bridge.
There is a weeping willow struggling manfully (or womanfully) to grow in its bed of river stones. One day, its roots will reach the water table and it will turn into a magnificent tree.
Isn't it amazing what a difference the sun makes? The wooden bridge is dry
and inviting instead of wet and slippery. Over the river I can see the grassy
area that I made where we can sit quietly with the dogs. I can see the new cooking apple tree that I planted three years ago and the tiny eater called Katy.
By the fence separating this area from our field is the silver birch that we rescued from the forge chimney, growing well. I can see the field gate and a tiny bit of the road which is very quiet today.
Looking out at the colourful flowers, my favourites are the foxgloves, I feel sort of happy and content. There are different ways of being rich.