As she waits at the station… a train of thoughts pass by… mourning over grief left behind…carrying along the the undeniable luggage… gathering courage for what’s yet to come…
Just over the old stone bridge you will find the summer house with its streams and ponds
Far over the Misty Mountains cold to dungeons deep and caverns old
Watching the seagulls hovering above the silvery water
Some days are less bright and colourful and even the brightest places can’t reach the light within
Even though it’s a bit early for cherries in this region, these are delightfully delicious
Two chairs, on one lies a newspaper the other a notebook I wonder which one contains the news
While the cat is digging in a grow pot the water falls between the trees in the distance
Today is the perfect day to bake some apple lemon pie
We climbed the stone stairs until we reached the portal there on the other side a silver stag stood watch
Seagulls hovering over palms and pastels with a smooth ocean breeze
As if winter never was the English garden shed is completely surrounded with the most amazing flowers
