Last Saturday, a thunder stormy night, under a summerhouse ceiling listening to pine tree cones drumming the beat of the thunder. Viiru meowing on the ladders outdoor with wet paws, the next moment sleeping next to my legs. On Sunday, 90th birthday of my grandmother, it became sunny and surprise guests brought laughter, delicious food with bonfire and swimming.
On Monday I traveled to the strawberry fields of childhood through the most hidden curvy roads filled with small wooden houses, villas and swimming pond landscapes. Today one liter of raspberries, 5 liters of strawberry juice to be kept for the winter´s white blankets. An outdoor theater by an old mill and a lake (with reflections of birch trees) in sunset and now some pink clouds greeting you with the last rays of the sun.
Good night, sleep tight with the summer greetings of mine!