All my life has been spent on the outskirts of a large urban conurbation, right now that is a part of north Nottingham that -ironically- takes the name: Sherwood. However we are blessed with a number of trees that hide the more intrusive elements of buildings and the claustrophobia of people.
Each of the local houses has trees on the ridge behind as well as in the gardens in front. Our own garden is very tree oriented. It does mean we have less places for flowers, unless they can cope with shade, but I can live with that.
This year has not been kind to the fruit trees, the apples have suffered with hot March sun, followed by cold April and May rain that scorched the set of the fruit. But the oak is thriving, although this must be kept trimmed as it is close to several houses. We also have a holly that is home to many birds and insects, providing shelter, leaf mulch and safety within its root and branch.
Sometimes, if you let the suspension of your disbelief, you can almost believe there is no-one else around us.
The hint of urban furniture just shows through. I have trained my eyes not to see the lamp-posts or the edges of a roof. Without this view I am not sure I would be able to live here but with it we are home.