Misty mornings at the summerhouse. White curtains so thick, sounds from the other side. Cold hands of the mist around everything, tree branches with drops like rain. Slowly the first sun rays arrive to glimmer on the lake waves. The curtains open, the show begins.
Every day more green, here and there. Yellow and blue flowers. Sleeping inside forests, their melodies.
Night time swimming. Swans dancing and singing.
Darling friends, ice-cream, ladybirds ♥
Small spontaneous expeditions, many talks.
Almost blooming lily-of-the-valleys, the scent is already here. Fragile, the most refined.
Have sweet expeditions!
(1st, 4th and 5th photos by photographer and cinematographer J.V.)