I would like to nestle amid a copse of trees to while away these transeasonal afternoons. But I make do by garbing myself in flora, as inspired by J W Anderson (middle picture). My hair is tousled and loose and peppered with rosebuds; I stick sprays of fresh flowers in the waistband of my trousers. The odd sidewards glances from conventional folk are worth it- but Mum isn't too pleased with me tearing up her garden.
// Images sourced from; ĘŚPHRA / J W ANDERSON / CODY COBB
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