Every age has its joys. If we could climb trees in our old age, probably every treetop would be full of elders swaying in the breeze.


Mrs. Whaley and Her Charleston Garden (1997)


Every age has its joys. If we could climb trees in our old age, probably every treetop would be full of elders swaying in the breeze.

Every age has its joys. If we could climb trees in our old age, probably every treetop would be full of elders swaying in the breeze.

Every age has its joys. If we could climb trees in our old age, probably every treetop would be full of elders swaying in the breeze.

Every age has its joys. If we could climb trees in our old age, probably every treetop would be full of elders swaying in the breeze.