It was gloomy, the sky was grey. It had drizzled, and I had had nothing to drink. It was cold.
Gardens come to life, don’t they, when it’s cold and dark in May?
It was gloomy, the sky was grey. It had drizzled, and I had had nothing to drink. It was cold.
Gardens come to life, don’t they, when it’s cold and dark in May?
Gorgeously gorgeous…
Thank you.