What a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL day.  The sun is shining and there's a lovely breeze in the air (great drying weather as my mother would say).  Remember school sports day?  It smells just like that, with the sunshine and the grass.  I just love it. 

Star, in my park.

I live right next door to a lovely big park.  Literally, my neighbour on my left is the park and it's great to be able to walk out my front door and into the park.  As much as I love the sea; the sound of the waves, so overpowering and infinite - I think I'm more at home with the trees and the woods and the grass.  There are times when I'm walking through the park or the woods and I get an overwhelming urge to....erm.... hug one of the trees (an urge I have not given into I would like to add).  I think I am a tree hugger at heart, seriously.  It's a very powerful feeling I get when I'm surrounded by trees.  They're truely majestic.  They've been there forever, just watching over the world, being all tall and green and amazing.  They make me feel so grounded.  I get this image in my head of myself hundreds of years ago walking barefoot through the forest,long red hair blowing in the wind, worshiping the earth and generally being all goddess like (it's MY image so I can romanticise as much as I like)......sigh.....

So back to my life living beside a park.  The downside unfortunately is that living beside a park attracts a lot of people who like to park outside my house and thus block my driveway.  This DRIVES. ME. MENTAL.  The main culprits are the young guys, the football players who are playing a match, obviously running late and who literally just abandon their cars and run off into the park.  On more than one occasion I have found myself running out the front door and into the park  "Excuse me! Excuse me! You! Hello"?! And they turn and look at me, stupid bewildered heads on them "Eh yeah"? So I say, all indignant "You're blocking my driveway. Move your car please" and I'm all geared up for an argument.  But they just say 'Oh God, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise. I'll move it now. Sorry missus'.   Sorry missus??  Missus?? I'm not that much older than you you little whippersnapper.  The bleedin' cheek!  But then I look down at myself and realise I'm still wearing the rubber gloves I had on when I first spotted the stupid football boy and his stupid car parking outside my house because I had been doing the dishes, and I think 'OK, fair point'.  So I retreat back into my kitchen to finish off the dishes, annoyed and insulted, and think back to my days of being a Goddess in the woods.....