*Plums & Ceramics

{Music: In the Artist's Garden – James Quinn + Under the Ice Cap – Earth Mover}

Plum season started early this year. Already in August we were able to harvest many, I made jam and dried some for the cold season. The flooding of our village brought up unforeseen treasures, like the snail shells of the Zebrina detrita snail. It is the first time in my life I have seen this kind of snail here! The early mornings started to feel cooler and overall more autumnal. I finally made the glaze firing of my latest ceramics and took pictures of the pieces in the dancing late summer light.

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*Apple breakfast under the birches

Apple breakfast under the birches – memories from August.

I'm back what feels like from the dead and forgotten ones.

We have been at the beautiful Croatian island Hvar for a while. Unfortunately Ronald got sick, so we left earlier and I got infected too only a few days later and have been tucked to bed again for over a week now with high fever and everything unpleasant that one can imagine. Today, when I stepped out of bed after another feverish night in the morning to open the window, I saw that the forest hills in the distance are covered with a thick, almost white blanket of fog and the birches show some yellow spots in their foliage suddenly. It's finally happening, autumn has started! I can not wait to feel like a human again, to be able to use my senses. I lost my sense of smell completely and it burdens me more than the additional loss of taste. I can fill my stomach anyway, but not being able to smell, feels like being taken away a whole dimension.

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*flower memories

Ich möchte doch nur deine Stimme hören.

Hörst du sie nicht?

Sie singt zu dir bei jedem Sonnenaufgang

und tanzt im Licht und auch im Schatten.

Wo keine Tiefe ist,

kannst du die Höhe nicht erschauen.

Wo keine Schmerzen, 

da vergisst du mich zu schnell.

{Claudia Voglhuber}

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*wild horses

From the day we visited the wild horses when the air was suddenly filled with the scent of autumn.

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*Bisque firing & Reading poems to the wild asters

{Music: Oars  + Sway – Dmitry Evgrafov}

Bisque firing and some nature moments.

At this time of the year, I like to look for wild asters, luckily I found some in the middle of a wide meadow.

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*signs from the sky

September has started and I felt instantly entranced by the change of light, how it becomes softer in a way, even though we are still having extreme temperatures over here! I decided to delete my health update in one of my previous posts again, I did not feel comfortable with presenting it here. Sometimes it feels good though to write it all down to be able to process it better, so it had its sense for sure. When I had a hard moment and looked out the window I saw this sylph cloud up in the sky which was like an uplifting sign. This year I noted down all cucumbers I harvested in the greenhouse. I counted 70 so far. I'm always amazed on how much harvest is possible in a small space!

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