There is something really special about just sitting in my secret garden. My Secret Garden It’s a quietness, peace and tranquility. The plants, that whisper in the breeze, the snails that slide along the creeper. To the menace of the buzzing fly. And watching the army of ants, make their way home. Stopping and greeting …
Be Kind
sunlit plants. snails. shining shifts through the leaves creating dances to shadows. Bubbles of sun shine through the tress that cover our humble garden. I am not alone, I have a 2 year old peeking through he fences with her chocolate dirty hands and face. Piercing blue eyes yapping, we having conversations of profound issues.