5pm and still out in the green. Season of harvest, season of neighbours cherries to fall from the trees amass and turn to alcohol between the bushes. A mouse and a crowd of ants on a quest for food. Bees and wasps in the sunflowers. A horizon of blue and grey.
Zurück auf eigenem Terrain, Stunden weiter. Verblühte Sonnenblumen. Reife Johannisbeeren und Zucchini. Die Schar der Waschbären ist merklich gewachsen, das Wilde, Ungeordnete dieser Parzelle hat in den Wochen erkennbar Gesicht bekommen und es lässt einen nur zögernd wieder Platz nehmen, für den Kaffee zwischen Rose und Flieder.
📷 lost-in-moments
Same day, same dream, similar place, similar skies. Clouds, shattered, as a work of art. The silhouettes of trees and the aura of life they keep. Still in that bridging mood of getting plot lines synced again.
Close to 9am and the reconnecting to physical activities. Coffee doing its things, neighbours left and right waking to the day, one pondering ones own flow of mornings again and again.
9am and on. The slowness of custom breakfast rituals that differ quite a bit from the local traditions. The fuzziness of plans. And the warmth already rolling in from the hills again. Blooming oleander, and a village that still seems mostly asleep.