Where Does Your Garden Grow?

Ok, I’ve got to admit it. I miss living in the country. Not the endless drive to and from the town, nor the isolation and definitely not the freezing north winds whipping around the house but the green and the space and the silence, I miss those. As compensation we have taken to going out for long lunchtime walks with the Bear. Today we took advantage of the necessity of moving our van from its prize parking space across the road from the house in order to go and do a BIG SHOP to take a detour into the upper pine forest above Loja. We don’t normally go that far on foot and we took a picnic and brewed up some tea in the back of the van like the good Brits we are (still). After lunch we took the Bear for a stick-throwing walk in the woods. Ok, I could hear the hum of the motorway in the background but my visual senses were satisfied with the lush carpet of green and speckled with the purple of wild irises my nose felt at home with the sweet smell of thyme. My garden is now wherever I find it..