These dreamy days. The scent of meadowsweet. Foxgloves swaying in the summer breeze. Everything a tangle of lush green. I am following a whim to return to this special space. This small . . .
A young rabbit joined me for breakfast this morning. There were moments of complete relaxation while we both nibbled. I knew this was a temporary respite. As soon as there was a flicker of the . . .