As the short spring days get longer and the weather warmer I open up the writing nook. Rosali curtains and crocheted throws are dusted off, hung and thrown. Cushions are scattered and floral art dusted. Cobwebs are left in corners, after all the have an important job to do, catching those pesky flies.
Windows are polished, the floor swept I sit back and smile as I observe my nifty handy work. The sun beams through the door and I can hear the peaceful sounds of the garden. Birds chirping cheerily, sea gulls sweeping hungrily across the warm sky, the cockerel crows proudly as he forages with his hen and I feel at peace as I enjoy this tranquil haven.
I like to read in here, drink tea and hide away, but most of all I like to write here. I'm rarely bothered by the outside world inside this space, it's my place to escape from distraction, my place to think, to create and to ponder. My special place in the garden is my writing nook.
Have you got a nook?