I’ve known her for almost as long as I can remember. 13 years, since kindergarten class. We have both changed a lot since then, except for Laura’s crystal blue eyes, long brown hair and shy smile.
It’s a very special garden. White sculptures of lions and children are standing in all corners of the garden. The cutest little playhouse, which inside walls are painted in baby pink, is standing in the middle next to the yards only tree. Even though the tree is the only one, it isn’t very lonely. Its branches carry a tree house. Something I’ve always wanted to have as a child.
In the back of the garden stands a pavilion with a stone table and matching chairs, a place I imagine to be magical to sit by in the late evenings of the summer. We found it surrounded by frozen water and plants hidden by crockery, so to get to the pavilion we had to cross a little slippery bridge made of tree. It’s nothing like I had it imagined it in my mind, somehow it was much more and somehow much less. I still liked it.
Here are a few pictures of Laura from the back yard with the white snow and white sculptures. Click on them to watch bigger or better quality on flickr
btw fuck dig bram. jeg er så rebel at jeg laver grammatiske fejl - og skider på det ♥
The hot sun melts away the snow; when anger comes, does wisdom go