every morning I sit in my Hideaway in my garden reading books to relax. At present I’m reading The Inheritance Cycle, four books about Eragon and the Dragon Riders. I’m on to 3 ‘Brisingr’
My garden is my refuge from every day stresses. Not even my partner sits out here… Just occasionally I have one, or both of the dogs for company. This then is my private place. My oasis. Somedays people are so horrible in my job that this is the only place I want to be. With no web, no computers, no complaining.
I’m creating a woodland in half of it. Ferns on the floor and bushes and trees, with a small path running through it. It’s a shady place where not much grows, so choosing things that like it in here can be hit and miss and I’m not getting it right all the time. But it’s getting there and, hopefully next year, I’ll have the semblance of a glade.
My den is a small gazebo I’ve covered in waterproofing and will add netting to when I’ve made it, for flowers to climb. I have a honeysuckle that seems to live it in here, already trying to find it’s way up my plastic shed. Living in rented accommodation means nothing I add can be permanent, but for now I’m living my dream.
I’m getting older now and my dream of a home of my own is just that, a dream that will never take shape. I’ll never raise enough money and the bank would not give me a mortgage. So I play the lottery like millions of others, and until then I create my own paradise.
As I write this in my phone, tiny birds are watching me as they hunt for bugs. Until my dream is reality I’ve built them a home also. Secluded and quietness, in the middle of a housing estate. Lots of bugs and food for babies to eat.N
Now I’m going to read more and then go in for breakfast and to start a new day of work. If I get stressed I’ll be out here again soon enough. Until then, adieu.