Some of the nicest gifts are right in our back yard, I seem to recall from my childhood.
As children, by sister, brothers and I always lived in a house. We helped build a tree house, plus a large 'club house' that was home for my father's work room with a lathe and power tools. The 'club house' also had bunk beds for my brothers, a study area, and a pot belly wood burning stove.
Now, so many of us live in apartments and town houses that our back yards are tiny or non existent.
This morning I looked out at my balcony and found this gem of mother nature. Thanks Mom!