Here we are, our Saturday walk on the hill (just on our doorstep!)
We are just blown away by the rapidly changing colours of the fields around us. Practically every other week, different set of blooms come out! I remember the yellow weed flowers two weeks ago, and now it’s the turn of the purples!
vineyards in the background
Our favorite walk, following the vineyard route on our doorstep!
these cherries will be ready in a couple of weeks!
Looking forward to more nature walks this weekend.
A trip to town followed by a walk in the forest then another walk in the meadow before a quick puttering in the garden…. I am at a loss for words by the beauty of the world around me so just enjoy the photos!
Rapeseed field in golden yellow…
Our village is part of the Wine route of southwestern Hungary
daisies in my garden
lupin, delphinium and poppies in my garden
Daisies in my garden
A poppy after the rain
Meadow covered with flowers
A neighbour’s goat with the longest horns!
Irises in my garden
Steam coming out of the soil in this corn farm
A rabbit or a deer? He went scampering across the road as soon as he heard our van approaching!
A walk in the forest
Wonder what this crop is??
Same crop at close up
The weather forecast this morning was of snow and I didn’t believe it. It’s April for goodness’ sake, they must be mistaken. But it did happen, and it’s still happening as I type. Three weather patterns came one after another since this morning: strong winds, rain and now snow. It’s only 5 in the afternoon so I wonder what will happen next. Oh well, I will continue to sit next to the fire and debate which one of my long-shelved thousand and ten projects needs urgent attention. I have enough projects that could last me three retirements, you see. But I’ve been procrastinating as usual. How can’t I when I am surrounded by beautiful works of nature needing to be photographed and scrapped! In the meantime, I need to finish mixing my bread and lemon pudding ingredients which have been sitting in the kitchen since this morning.
Truly, a woman’s work is never done!
In Snow, even the ugliest of barns is suddenly transformed into a heavenly piece..