Nestle is a lovely word, isn't it? It almost makes for an example of onomatopoeia in my mind, with it almost conjuring a rustle of the branches against soft downy bedding. Nestle. I like to find plants tucked away. It's joyful to see a flower peeking out from the corner of a wall or a naughty weed growing defiantly through a crack in the tarmac.
Stay safe today, storm Doris is making it's way here.
Sophie