A story
(short but sweet) I was on my rusty bicycle called the "Ladybird 3" it was a Saturday afternoon, around 4 o'clock and something faint something sweet whistled in the breeze. Looking round I saw you, trying your best to engulf a rickety fence. You were beautiful, purple and viney - I wanted to set up a little studio under your blossoming arms. However, time didn't permit it - so I did my best to breathe you in, feel your petals on my fingertips. Closed my eyes and imagined the fence I'll have one day - that you might come to visit every Spring in showers of yellow-centred lilac, that my babes and I will construct a "studio" under and sing and sing and sing
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ABOUT the authorEmily Clare Sims is a farmer and mama to three young boys. Each day she looks for ways to notice beauty, contemplate her faith and savour the seasons... Categories
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