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by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Regent's Garden, London #freespirit #rosegarden #grateful #beauty #garden I was standing in Queen Mary's Garden in Regent's Park when I found her. London, summer, one of those afternoons when the city stops feeling like a city and becomes something softer. I'd been walking slowly through the roses - there are hundreds of them there, and each one has a small plaque with its name, which I find quietly wonderful, the idea that every rose deserves to be k

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft #childhood #happy #sunrise #grateful #Sundaywalk Last Sunday on our walk, Anya spotted a dandelion at the edge of the path. She stopped mid-sentence – she'd been telling me something very important about a cartoon, the details of which I was doing my best to follow – and crouched down to examine it. A perfect one. Fully gone to seed, white and round and waiting. She picked it very carefully, the way you pick something that matters. Then she looked u

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Thursday last week marked three years since my Babcia left us. I was walking through a shopping centre on an ordinary Sunday when I felt it. A heat wave, sudden and complete, moving through my whole body. Not a hot flush. Not a dizzy spell. Something else entirely—a warmth that felt like arms around me, like someone pressing their cheek to mine the way she always had. I remember thinking: this is not a good day for shopping. I'll go home.