When Words Are Not Enough
The bench – a silent witness to my meanderings.
A few years ago, our two big Tamarind trees got uprooted by a typhoon. My brother had the big trunks made into benches and tables and put them in one corner of our garden in the province. I seldom visit the place now but every time I do, I spend the early morning or a late afternoon in this bench. A perfect place for that cup of coffee while admiring the vast garden with lovely flowers all around. A perfect place to chat and be updated with news. A perfect place to talk about anything under the sun.
Posted on July 10, 2016, in journeys, life, life in the province, photography, thoughts and tagged family life, journeys, life, photography, reflections, thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.