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…
You have to enter this enchanted park passing the rocky heights amidst the high trees you’ll find the Sugar Shack.
Within these ruins someone created a snug shelter and a magical place
Blooming buttercups and wee rabbits hiding between the rocks and grasses
Nature the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild…
Cela ressemble à une rue normale mais c’est une rue ensoleillée
Instead of going on a holiday abroad we rented a little cottage at one of our country’s little islands.
On the foggy foggy banks me boys we pitch and toss about…
Despite the lockdown our local florist has put maximum effort into her display for Valentines
This is de space I feel most at home amidst soft colours, paint and brushes
The snow came during quarantine time and lifted our spirits
Frau Holle shook her pillow and the lands were covered with snow
