secret garden

Mary: 'The spell was broken. My uncle learned to laugh, and I learned to cry. The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.'

- The Secret Garden

longing

Posts on trees, cubby houses, forests, hidden gardens, roses and flowers will be repeated many times by me on this blog, I'm warning you now. Theseare possibly my favourite thing to imagine and dream about. As soon as I begin travelling- my first overseas trip will be to somewhere very very green with plenty of ciders, figs and oak trees to lay under until my heart's content.
Sigh- Why can't Australia just be a tiny bit greener?

- Anna