#nightgardenquilt
#nightgardenquilt
The warm evening air, the gentle swaying of the weeping cherry, with its delicate scent, maybe an exotic bird call or chattering from within the undergrowth. I sit, rocking on the bamboo balcony, sipping my Piña Colada and the day turns to night. Was that a frog?
The warm evening air, the gentle swaying of the weeping cherry, with its delicate scent, maybe an exotic bird call or chattering from within the undergrowth. I sit, rocking on the bamboo balcony, sipping my Piña Colada and the day turns to night. Was that a frog?