Beech wood

The house on the hill is in a clearing in the beech wood, and I haven't been outside the gate today.  It's been such a glorious day.  I've finished the strimming, and watered the pots and the lavender bed.  I threw a couple of scraps of chicken to the Red Kite who sits on the branch outside my kitchen window watching me making lunch.  She took them straight back to her nest, which probably means that she's feeding a chick.  The setting sun lit up the fresh new leaves on the branches and the old rusty leaves on the ground.