You should start a sit-spot routine

She gave him his moment while she scanned the woods. Birds called, a

musical lift accompanied by the rat-a-tat of a woodpecker hunting for lunch. The

sun through the filter of young leaves cast a dreamy light.

It would brighten as they walked, she knew, and the view would open to the

hills. She loved looking out from the high ground, studying the rise and fall of

the land. And here, in soft light and shadow, with the birdcall and the mutter of

the stream, the splashing dog—here, she thought, was more home than the

house.

The Witness

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Spending time in nature has proven health benefits, and this habit will help you reap those positive rewards

Half an hour ago, as I walked into my beautiful little oasis located just a five-minute walk from my house, I was carrying the weight of a overly long to-do list and drafting emails in my head. My stomach and shoulders were tensed and my brow was furrowed with full force, though I didn't really notice because my mind was elsewhere.

But as soon as I arrived at the creek bank, I forgot all about what I wasn't getting done and what was being asked of me in my day.

Mother Nature Network

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She rode for the loch. It was an indulgence, right or wrong, that occasionally she allowed herself. 
Whenever time allowed, she went

there to sit on the bank and dream a little. And remember. 
It brought Brigham closer to her. As close, Serena knew, as he would ever
be. He was gone. Back to London, where he belonged.

Now spring was here in all its glory. Flowers waved in the gentle breeze, 
trees were ripe with green, green leaves. The sunlight dappled

through, making pretty patterns on the soft path. 
Young deer walked through the forest.

By the loch the ground was springy and warm, though the water 
would be frigid for weeks yet, and would carry a chill all through the

summer. Content from the ride, she lay on the grassy 
knoll to read a little, and dream. 
It was solitude she had wanted, and it was serenity she found.

Rebellion 

My Weekend

"You see the portraits?" he asked, leading her gently by the elbow for a closer look. 
"There are eighty-nine, Scottish monarchs all. I'm told they were commissioned by 
Charles II, though he never once entered Holyrood House, in fact 
never returned to Scotland after the Restoration." 

She knew her history, she thought irritably, but tried to show an interest. 
"Aye. This is Robert the Bruce, a fierce soldier and well-loved king." 
"I should have known a woman as well-read as you would know 
her history and her politics."

Rebellion

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The untold, true story of Robert The Bruce who transformed from defeated nobleman, to reluctant King, to outlaw hero over the course of an extraordinary year. Forced into battle in order to save his family, his people and his country from the oppressive English occupation of medieval Scotland, Robert seizes the Scottish crown and rallies a ragtag group of men to face off against the wrath of the world's strongest army lead by the ferocious King Edward 1 and his volatile son, the Prince of Wales.

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I'll be watching this, while knitting a Christmas Gift and drinking Tea, as Autumn fell upon us with a vengeance.

Wishing you all a cosy, warm and happy weekend!