28
Jun
Awaiting the next season
The flowers have withered and fallen. And the leaves have blown away. Colour is all but gone. and the hours are short in the day. The fog rolls in along with the crisp chill in the air. [gallery ids="13161,13162,13163,13164,13166,13167"] As of this year, i have mothered 3...
20:44 /
Seasons