The woods

    "In her memory there had always been a lot of sunshine, the unfolding bracken fronds were more golden than green, there were broad clearings where the insects buzzed and the birds flitted in a special sort of honey-coloured light: lakes of luminescence in which every bee and every butterfly became a pinpoint of light as it swam there. And there were pools and rivulets and alleys and tunnels of sunshine going between the trees; and there were great banks of flowers in their seasons, bluebell and bedstraw, wood sorrel and foxglove, and woodruff that smelt as sweet as hay. What she saw when she looked back into her childhood was a glade in the Forest of Arden shown upon a bright-lit stage: Here shall you see No enemy But winter and rough weather."

    From The Waters under the Earth by John Moore.

Comments

[Mystica]

How very descriptive and soothing as well.

[Cornflower]

Yes!