I expected the rose garden to be lovely in June. I had planned for continuous succession of flowers, but I didn’t realise it would be delighting me quite so much in July. I am taking a ridiculous number of photos. It’s just that there are so many lovely textures. Ticklish ones… Soft, bouncy ones… Bibbly-bobbly…
Tag: Summer Wine
I’m not beautiful. I’m feisty.
This is a quote from my step-daughter. To give you some context, we were having a discussion about someone being beautiful. ‘Like you. You’re beautiful.’ ‘No I’m not. I’m feisty!‘ I love this. I love that she chose feistiness over beauty. She is feisty. And beautiful. But she chose to identify as feisty. When I…