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(Digital camera on holidays… at home!)
The heat surrounds me by a good drowsiness.
The sounds are like lullabies, The sun is burning the skin.
His laughter blends with the “CHAPS” in the water cutting through the stillness … filling the day with joy.
Meals are made on the “campingaz” or salads and barbecue is eaten in the shade. Sometimes at picnic tables, sometimes layed down on blankets or towels.
The sounds we listen are from the birds, bees, river, or stream, the wind in the chestnut trees.
I walk slowly through the fresh water (because diving has never been an option to me), I take a ride with inflatable boat or swim.
Life is good!
The sunset paints the hay field … Golden … fire-red … purple …
Night falls.
And all the bug world sings.
We have dinner by the light of the lantern, under the stars or on a bungalow terrace of any campsite.
We are back home.
Summer days go by.
Between rest and work. That are orders or offers, and the brush gives thanks… and also do I.
There are no plans for the near future.
The days are just rolling … quietly.
Best wishes and have a wonderful vacations!
beautiful words dear Joana 🙂 xxx
Thank you Alice! 🙂
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