The race started, who would win.
Friends, places, memories. Locked, lost, forever.
Is there anywhere it’s not raining?
Perfectly formed orbs Glistening water worlds inside Garden galaxies
Waiting in the shadow of time.
Life in the Beech trees shadow.
Scrapbooks, inside a world of adventure.
We, custodians of family memories.
Birdsong is my gardening morning’s soundtrack. I feel I am intruding into their world. A mixed bag of planting. Honeysuckle,