Saturday, April 16, 2011

Wild Flowers

The morning was spent enjoying the last moments of the summer sunshine. The morning was spent picking flowers that streamed endlessly through our secret garden.
The sweetest scent. The comforting warmth. The dearest morning had by two wonderers.

The change of season had already claimed our early mornings and evenings.

We revelled and huddled in the brisk air. We rugged up in blankets. Layered ourselves in soft fabric.
This day had brought clarity and a welcome peaceful rest, it was time to stop and smell the wild flowers! 

Love J x