Plants I thought of as weeds, grow unmolested by humanity. I am walking through cow parsley, as the scent of aniseed hangs heavy. Dock leafs the size of spades mingled with nettles as each reach for sunlight. Dandelions complete with giant buttercups, as trees play host to fungus and insects. The sound of a water completes with the dappled evening light for my attention. Both lose out to a pair of frolicking owls. Ox daisies and willow herbs will soon hear the hoots of a brood of owlets. Yes, it’s my dream to escape reality, as I sleep rough…