Beauty is nature.

You may of guessed by now that I am a nature loving kinda girl so when the seasons change I like nothing better than to have a ramble down to our local woodland to take some photo's of the beauty that they hold.

These woods hold memories of my childhood.  I helped my dad collect leaf mould for his garden and my mum and I used to collect chestnuts from the woodland floor.

The bluebells were early this year but the carpet of blue was just as beautiful. The dappled sunlight highlighting their beauty. 

The town in which I live has changed immensely over the years but it has still kept it's 'Garden City' ethos.  The woodland is a narrow strip of ancient trees where squirrels scurry and skip at your arrival.  The quietness of the woods is interspersed with a jays distinctive calls and the snapping of twigs underfoot.  Farmland and a community park edge the sides and eventually it leads to a woodland house with clucking chickens.  An Aerodrome is nearby, hence the Pillbox covered in vegetation, a relic of the second world war and our close proximity to London.

I used Websters papers, sprinkled with  butterflies, handmade tulle roses, glossy accent dew drops and a glimmer of Cosmic Shimmer spray.

Need a little inspiration to kick start you into next week then check out the recipe at the Chicken Soup blog this week.....it's all gone Cath Kidson.

Here's my interpretation, what will yours be?