Photostory
I’ve been writing about trees again and remembering the garden where every photo of my family was taken. In this one I’m leaning on my favourite tree – a white, weeping broom in full bloom. I was probably about 6 or 7 years old . . . .
I’ve been writing about trees again and remembering the garden where every photo of my family was taken. In this one I’m leaning on my favourite tree – a white, weeping broom in full bloom. I was probably about 6 or 7 years old . . . .