*forest scents

Summer in the forest.

The air is filled with the most pleasant scents:

Dry mosses and needles, fine grasses, soft tree resin and all sorts of lichen.

Picking a blueberry now and then on my strolls,

surrounded by the humming noise of horseflies and other jittery insects.

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*Cres | Mali Bok

The last part of our Cres pictures. Here we visited the idyllic hidden bay Mali Bok. The way down is quite steep and strenuous to walk, especially if it's very hot, but it's worth it! Last time we have been there, there where really big waves, but this time the water was calm and so clear and again many curious fish!

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*Island Cres | part 3

The ocean

Ever changing,

soft and silent,

then soughing and singing

to the seagulls call.

A little poem

flies away with the wind.

The waves are listening

while I'm sitting so still.

The seawater on my feet

so cleansing and strong.

It runs down my skin

like a natural song.

I give up all dreams

and hopes of the past.

I remember so humbly:

The ocean is vast.

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*Island Cres

{Music: To the sea – Ray Lamontagne}

Of course I did also film a bit when being on island Cres.

I especially enjoyed filming the nosy fish that where always near when we took a swim.

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*Cres | part 2

I love the buildings of the Mediterranean old cities with their simple forms and sandy colors. They always fit perfectly to the blue tones of the sky and the ocean.

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*Island Cres | part 1

Exactly one month ago we had our summer vacation on the Croatian island Cres. We have been there in 2015 already, but this time we explored it with our camper van. The weather was exceptional hot the first days and we have been able to stay for ages in the water, because the sea felt warm like in the bathtub. As always we explored hidden paths and I was looking for little treasures on the beach and found this weird looking wooden creature and a lot of sea glass. The stones were filled with the warmth of the day that it was super nice to sit down on them in the evenings and just watch the sun going down and the gentle waves rolling over the stones.

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*seasons poetry

Summer absorbed me fully with all it's duties, pleasures and little delights. It goes by far too quick! Summers are so short in this country anyway, but I try to be filled with the warm season as much as possible to withstand the long cold months that will follow for sure. But I love every season and the ever ongoing change which initially gives flavour to life!

It is apricot season right now, so I'm busy with preserving them. I also open the stones to get the kernels inside, that taste a bit like almonds. Although the extreme heat of June and dryness of the last weeks caused my vegetable garden to suffer a lot, I was able to pick the first cucumbers, which is always a special moment to me! I have to update my garden album soon that I am sharing with Lotte, who is very very busy with renovating their house at the moment!

Have a great weekend and enjoy your July days!

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*whites and winds

My sister gave me another of her vintage dresses. It waves like our curtains in the summer wind. I love to wear white, it feels the best to me, but it's unpractically most of the time if you want to stay clean :D White flowers also speak to me! The ones on the picture is an aquilegia sort called "Green Apples“ that I have grown from seed last year. This year they started to bloom the first time! Such delicate blossoms!

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*Little things

Little things –

like walking barefoot in the green damp morning grass,

feeling the soft summer breeze on the fine little hairs of your arms,

light behind the curtains,

touching the soft petals of a poppy flower,

the smell of pink roses,

a tiny bird sitting on a big roof,

the sweet looking shadow of Sunny when we are doing our daily walks,

summer fields in the most mellow evening light –

those little things

are often the greatest.

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*poppy pink

This opium poppy field was just amazing! Sadly I could not take more pictures, because my roll of film was finished and I had no extra film with me, but I will never forget how beautiful it was to see all those rose colored big flower heads waving in the warmest summer wind.

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