Snug beneath the warm earth, every season, are the subtle makings of new beginnings.

So quietly do they form, and with no comparison to other species; they focus only on their own growth.

Nor do they concern about how they may navigate: upwards through the complex roots of the trees, they nestle under.

They are mere seeds, but they are determined to be in the nourishing sunlight; basking in all its abundant energy, charged with a zingy zest for life.

In the spring, a carnival of celebration: the bluebell carpets, and the chick-yellow clusters of primroses. We feel their joy: a breezy floral-woody scent that seems to soothe our souls. The waft of wild garlic teasing our taste buds. The orchestra of birdsong tingles in the nape and tummy, and it’s calming and joyful.

Even in the colder seasons, when colour is scarce, the hues of greens and browns are still vast: lemon mottled frog-green leaves, above swathes of pine-green hands of fern, huge like a loving father, offering a palm.

And the trees above, the branches bough lower from the autumn, easy to touch, or stroking your crown. The crunchy–brown leaves, tousle through your hair. Yet, the coppery-red leaves, of different varieties are still thick and lush, they dance through the scarlet – hues of other species, which every so often reveal the blue-black sheen on the blackberry…

I hope by reading my account of being surrounded by nature that it entices you to get outside.

We can all draw immense comfort, that the natural world is a cycle of new beginnings. We can pause our emotions, and sit silently amongst the sheer beauty of what is beyond our front door.

When we contemplate with Mother Nature our souls start to feel peaceful. We open our minds to new beginnings. We see plausibility and our scope widens. This could be in new pursuits/hobbies, or even revised attitudes or a wish to learn something new. Re-connecting with ourselves in such a refreshing way; it always happens amongst the magic of nature.