When I was a little girl, I had a tree I called “my secret hiding place.” As a teen, I used to climb into the cherry blossom tree and write in my journal. Now I have this!
What is outside your window, waiting to inspire you?
When I was a little girl, I had a tree I called “my secret hiding place.” As a teen, I used to climb into the cherry blossom tree and write in my journal. Now I have this!
What is outside your window, waiting to inspire you?