I have the loveliest back garden. With climbing ivy and purple flowers and white hydrangeas and a massive rose bush covered in little yellow sprays. Two tomato trees I’m determined to grow. My mother grew hundreds. Quite literally, hundreds. I can grow two. Probably not. I thought, for a moment, back in May, I’d like
Browsing tag: summer
I love these houses. They’re on the beach, next to where we stay, and I take tons of photos whenever we’re there. I want to live in the green one and write on the widows walk in the early a.m. I want to pull my hair up, slap on some factor fifty and drink something-fruity
