Hubs and I are looking forward to returning to America and starting, what only theatre people can term, the third act of our lives, or is the fourth?
Not that I am shirking being in the moment and enjoying every nano-second I am blessed with to be back in my homeland where last year I only had 20 more ancient woodland walks left to take.
Now, without an end date, I don’t know how many I have left, I only know how many I have taken.
As I walk I snap pictures of houses, gardens and nature I would like to reproduce in my new home in rural Texas, once we find it.
This week I came upon a living wall, thriving in the dampness of English weather and basking in the evening sun,
pretty isn’t it?
I also found some hidden houses one nestled behind a green wall of trees and hedges, I just wanted to be inside that secret garden,
this one was framed at the end of its short driveway,
and this could be a small country estate,
not much has changed in parts around here.
I wonder if I could sneak some of this back with me to the Lone Star State?
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