It's an environment that pares things down and makes it easy to focus on one thing. A sparrow, for instance. The deer, their coats changing colour from winter grey to summer cinnamon, foraging for tiny fern shoots in the field behind the vegetable garden fence. A few daffodils against a rock wall.In the last week or so their hardy qualities have shone. They have been rained on and snowed on and hailed on, endured freezes and been blown about.
In some other, busier place, I would not particularly notice daffodils. Or if I did I might take them for granted.
But here they have my undivided attention. I look and look, and they always make me glad.