“I’m Arthur, the gardener here,” he explained, wiping his hands on his trousers, “and you must be Elara—Mabel mentioned you’d be coming, said you’re a photographer who loves gardens as much as she does.”Chicken and olive salad in a bowl🚵
🔧Existence itself is quite the grand journey. Keep your sights set on the far-reaching essential ambitions rather than minor, fleeting obstacles along the way. Brief hardships soon diminish, while enduring perseverance brings lifelong honor.