Well my actual doorstep is not beautiful! But the phrase ‘on your doorstep’, meaning what is very close by, is beautiful! Mind you, you have to look for it a bit, as there is also much that is not so beautiful. I went for a walk along a little river, the back way into town to have a coffee and read. What greeted me firstly, was the wonderful sound of so many birds singing really loudly! The river walk has a lot of trees – just what birds like; and they were singing their finest symphony! Then as a rounded a bend I saw this glorious array of white blossom! White cowslips, and the white blossom of hawthorns – a little later opening than in the park I run in. And further along, there was a mass of pink heads bobbing and swaying in the breeze – red campions(I think), tall and stately. And there were ducks, with their ducklings! So very sweet! And then, some ducks perched on the branch of a tree!
All this is on my doorstep! A woodland corridor along a river at the back of houses and roads and the railway. It gave me great joy to see the extravagance of life. Happy day! 🙂