
with the end of this terribly depressing winter finally becoming slowly visible, i feel that spring will offer a chance for change, for polite picnics in the park, morning walks and tea parties
perhaps i have had my head too often in jane austen novels but surely this is still possible...i have a dream of flowing frilly romantic dresses with cute little shoes to match with big picnic baskets and everyone smiling riding there bikes through the park
perhaps this shall remain a wish...
especially with the rainy weather here in england...
however, i will still hold the hope that my spring will be as magical as my dreams
however, i will still hold the hope that my spring will be as magical as my dreams