HOW WE MET THREE CATS

It is good to have friends who like to walk. To see the sunny corners, go through forests and climb small hills. Walk on paths, next to skiing tracks, greet the spring. See the snow forming pillows on tree stubs, the greenest moss. Telling stories. And watching how the rowing boats still sleep under snow.

The sun is warming. Afternoon naps on the balcony. Freckles blooming.

Sunny morning whispers!

WALKING DIARY

A slow afternoon walk in the heat of yesterday was filled with surprises. Almost as high as apple trees, sunflowers were bowing their heads in the wind for two crows. "Good day!" I almost heard them saying to each others before continuing their things. Flying and occupying the lampposts or just swaying in the wind. A meadow filled with dancing poppies had appeared on the way to the allotment garden. Sounds of a bicycler, watching the rainclouds coming.

A lot of good music during the weekend. First in the harbor, in sunset surrounded by old boats. Then in Helsinki where a nostalgic autumn wind and sea scent took care of me. Thanks all dears who were there and the ones who said hi. Hi!

Where will the afternoon walk of today take me? What have you seen on your way lately?

Hearts.

P.s. This is becoming all the time a little bit more finished. Good boys!