Thursday, 2 June 2011

When I grow up...

I want to own a garden like this, with a rose vine arch and a pretty bike in which I would ride to my small town village markets in the sun shine and buy fresh bread, grapes and wine for my husband and little children. The villagers would all be smiling and there would not be a car in sight, the smell of croissants and chocolate and freshly cut grass would fill the air and the sky would be blue and I would be happy. Oh, dreams.

- Georgia

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