The winter sun is beaming through the huge dining room windows in all its glory and I can't help but sit back in my chair with my hot cup of tea and marvel in the wonder of everything around me.
A Willy Wagtail hops between the rails of the front door ramp, the leafless grapevine twigs and the thorny rose bushes, and I can’t help but marvel at the amazing skill this little fella has that prohibits him being injured from moving so incredibly quick.
The rays of the morning sun make all of the webs in the garden sparkle like diamonds, and the gentle breeze moves them like graceful dancers in a ballet. I wonder what it would be like in the world without our 8 legged friends and their sticky homes, and I instantly find my respect for them and the role they play increase tenfold.
I wish I could hear what they hear.