Toadstools for Robin and woodland greens for the dining room.
Are you sensing a theme?
A few months ago, I rushed out a quick piece of prose to accompany an Instagram photo, and it really stuck itself to the front of my mind, always there, just flickering at the corner of my eye.
I think that if I could surround my house with a living, breathing forest, I might never venture into the city again.
I would send messages via mycelium, talk with trees, bathe behind waterfalls, and forage for food.
And either my mental health would improve, or I would go slowly, ecstatically mad.
Maybe I’m already mad, thinking I can build a whole world within these fences. My garden is so small.
But when I stepped through the doors, I knew it was home.
And I know I must build Elvenrealm here.
So I will.
Or, at least, I will try.