writegardener posted: " Reflections are tendrils to the soul... silhouetted trees and brush are equally striking with a dramatic sunset or silent pastels... As summer closes its door, September is always my time of annual reflection...both contemplating events of t"
|
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
My mother loved perfume and I vividly recall many of her chosen scents that waft...
No comments:
Post a Comment