RED CLOVERS FOR THE BIRTHDAY GIRL WITH 90 YEARS

Last Saturday, a thunder stormy night, under a summerhouse ceiling listening to pine tree cones drumming the beat of the thunder. Viiru meowing on the ladders outdoor with wet paws, the next moment sleeping next to my legs. On Sunday, 90th birthday of my grandmother, it became sunny and surprise guests brought laughter, delicious food with bonfire and swimming.

On Monday I traveled to the strawberry fields of childhood through the most hidden curvy roads filled with small wooden houses, villas and swimming pond landscapes. Today one liter of raspberries, 5 liters of strawberry juice to be kept for the winter´s white blankets. An outdoor theater by an old mill and a lake (with reflections of birch trees) in sunset and now some pink clouds greeting you with the last rays of the sun.

Good night, sleep tight with the summer greetings of mine!

WHILE CLOUDS ARE DRIFTING CLOSER

Salty face, splashes of the sea in the wind. Sandwiches filled with pecan nuts, green bell pepper, onion, olives and sweetest cucumber in a small grey backpack. Mind is still on this small island (and ears still hear the wind and the roars of the sea), hands painting on a satin cotton paper.

Have a pleasant weekend with a strawberry cake!

WIND WAS STRONG, BUT WE FOUND NESTS TO HIDE

Bare feet walking on white sand and shallow waves, wind blowing. Lighthouses appearing from behind mountains or top of them. Walking over a half desert peninsula to find on the other side the highest solitary waves, playing in them. Jumping and being thrown down to the sea bottom, feeling the power of the turquoise sea.

Jasmin was the scent of the air on our walks, the taste of the sweetest mangos in our mouths. A new magical island.

Yesterday I returned home to another kind of hot summer evenings. Everything is old, familiar and dear, but it feels also very new the same time. Trips could still last forever. Moments to breath, hold memories and remember new thoughts that they won´t disappear.

It looks like thunder here, but the weather might be just tricking me. The sky could be soon again filled with the tickling whiskers of the sun. I am settling down slowly, but the shop is again open. Thank you to everyone who has wrote me during these weeks, I will answer you very soon.

Hello dear all of you, how is your season? How are you? So happy to meet you here again.

(First image taken by S.)