Childhood home – Lasse´s photographic exhibition at the Clubhouse, spring 2010
Many memories carry me on the road to my childhood home. Still in my dreams I go there. It’s nice to rest in the yard swing when I stop by during my bike trips in the summer.
Many flowers bloom in my mother’s flower bed and wild flowers blossom as well. Butterflies fly about. Red and white clovers spread out like broad carpets, bellflowers shine with a blue glow.
Coffee and picnic lunch taste best in the garden swing and fill me up with energy for the trip back to my current home. The road continues towards fields and woodland with plenty of berries and mushrooms.
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