It's warm out this evening, a slight breeze ruffles the air . . .
Let's take a stroll, walk arm-in-arm like in olden days when the rustle of silk matched the song of many blossoms ~
when leisure was something that did not include cellphones and texting . . .
when the art of conversation or dozing under the shade of a tree was enough to satisfy a world-weary soul.
Gardens are still a bit of paradise on earth, for humans, flora and fauna . . . let's cherish them.
Note: many of my digital alterations owe a debt of gratitude to digital masters Skeletal Mess, Ghostbones, Telzey and Playingwithbrushes on Flickr, who share their textures freely!
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