Evidence that I can actually appreciate Nature, even if for all the wrong reasons
Is this because I am a lover of nature? Is it because I find that observing creation enriches my inner soul? Is it because I see, in the flaming red and orange trees, beauty which inspires my heart to leap with joy?
Regular readers will know that the answer to all these questions is: by 'eck as like. (This roughly translates as 'Are you joking, because Fran is to love of nature what a vegetarian is to love of steak tartare, a rack of ribs and garlic prawns on the side')
No. The reason I get really excited is that, when next door's tree is in full autumn colour, it matches my duvet cover.
Here is a picture of the type of tree in next door's garden:
|By 'type of tree', Fran meant 'orangey red'. She hoped no one in the know|
would write and tell her that these species of trees don't exist in Britain.
Our bedroom is at the back of the house, overlooking next door's garden. And there is a certain point in the year, about the end of October, when I can look into next door's garden .....
and then to our bed ....
and back again, and I feel a real sense of completeness, not to mention pride in having moved to a house where next door's foliage matches my soft furnishings.
Put it this way, if you saw the rest of my house, you would realise that, without little accidents of destiny such as that described above, it would look as coordinated as the coalition government.