Breakfast, lunch, dinner, straight from fields and forests to mouth. Mushrooms, berries, fresh herbs.
Raindrops on the roof with dreams at nighttimes. Wind in leaves and hay. The sun glimmering on everything.
A dreamcatcher, inspired by beautiful Jenny, while waiting and playing with an eight-weeks-old puppy. He carried cones and liked my woolen socks. Thread that was used to tie mail together fifty years ago when it was delivered only to one house in this village.
Pink sunsets. Turning head for new fragile flower scents.