


A little bit of spring with you on a Thursday afternoon break. Tea and apple pie, remembering the sun rays of this morning. They do tickle.
Have a warm Thursday.
P.s. To you I send the scent of this flower.



Weekend of walking and painting. Walking while colorful beetles are humming on the driveways. Fast beetles in herds, slow lonely ones. One, two, hundreds of all colors (but not so many blue ones). Different minds inside them, listening their rhythm of driving. Through headphones. While snow is crunching under steps. Ice under tires. Snow fences up to tights all over anchoring stone fences, wooden fences, iron fences. Borders of roads and yards, forests and stairs. Sky and earth.












