How my heart aches for nature now. So many years have passed. Memories of Tiger lilies along the ancient path into the vast forest in Japan. Clear. Damp. Full of life beckoning to behold. So small was I alone.
The forest thick and unyielding on the side of the gravel road. Cicadas singing their stories passed on through generations of old.
Pink bramble Roses covering the fence and archway gated to our new summer home. A small pond with fish, Papyrus grew...