In the forest yesterday we were so close to a deer that I could see the thick, soft fur of her ears; the dark, black iris of her eye and the wet, delicate saucer of her nose, upturned to smell us, to register us and to walk delicately away, unconcerned into the yellowing brush.
A friend sent me a photo of a kingfisher, jewel bright and improbable from the bottom of her garden and suddenly everything is possible, the good and the bad at the same instant, all is lovely and innocent and there is always hope.
Cathy's real country garden 
Lovely post and pictures. I think that gardeners in particular are always hopeful. xx
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I agree, we always know spring is coming!!
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I’ve never seen a kingfisher in real life. Nor have I ever seen red toadstools with white spots (the classic fairyland ones). They are on my bucket list.
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Be patient near water and you might see a flash of blue, but seeing a fly agaric ( the red with white spots one) is much harder. Try loitering in coniferous woods!
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