Gardens; early afternoon; Sasha and Morgan Temminck; OTA/MW
It was a lovely day, just warm enough without being too sunny, so Sasha had taken her reading and her small daughter out into the garden, and was sprawled out on a large, soft blanket. She was absorbed in her book, but not so much that she didn't reach out every few minutes to remove something fascinating from Morgan's mouth, retrieve the wriggly baby from disappearing into the flower beds, and generally protect the baby from the garden - or should that be the garden from the baby?