Their house was on a massive property, every square centimeter filled with a world that Hermione could touch. When rain and snow and sunshine passed the boundary of the property, it became a part of her world. She could lay in the sun and feel the warmth of it on her face, she could take her shoes off and feel grass under her feet, she could sit on the bank of the creek and put her legs in, feeling the cold water run across her skin, never cold enough to make her uncomfortable.