XII - The Potting Shed

Shhh... You are in the potting shed, where the eldest are chilling and the children seem so far.

A quiet place to enjoy, in front of a cup of tea, or a strawberry tart.

It's the shelter in which I escape from the noise, organising tables, looking at the view. Every touch is a memory of someone who enjoyed the moment.

I can see the sea right after the green hills, a blend of peace and fresh air. What a nice ending of the day looking at the august sun disappearing between the trees.