I miss the woods
I grew up, for the most part, across the street from a creek and a nice little, narrow wood. Just big enough for vines to be growing from, just enough to get that feeling that you're in the woods.

And if you were willing to traverse the fields a bit, you'd find even more quaint, charming little wooded areas~ plenty of that land was unsold, at the time, so wanderin' free was quite do-able.

Loved it.

Where I live now, there's no way around it~ it is a city residential area. All those mature trees, etc. in the area help (you should hear the racket of the birds coming from them on a cold Winter dusk!), but I'm a little more hard-core than that.

There are some woods and a creek in my general area~ but in general, it's too far away for my taste, and this is just too busy an area to make the areas seem welcoming, you know? Nothing seems sufficiently undisturbed and removed from the world around it.

I don't know, there's just something about being able to step out your door, walk across your yard, and hit NATURE, a beautiful patch of real nature, all in its glory.....

P.S. ~ It sorta kinda rained, last evening.