– just a bit of summer, please. needed.
– oh, yes. i see. i’m suggesting this little piece of happiness.
– taste it and you’ll see.
– what are you talking about?
– i’m talking about and raspberries.
we, me and myself, knew that raspberries means summer.
i am sitting at the table on my terrace, smelling this wonderful fragrance of orchard behind my flat.
every single patch of the place i live nowadays is perfect (including my husband ;)) but for tiny little flies..
they are wherever they smell fruit.
rubbing shoulders with them gradually become thorough nuisance.
but wherever i sit down on my terrace with a view of the orchard and reflect about the fact that living in this marvelous place is a dream come true.
then i forget about these flying rogues and take raspberries to make something with them.
coffee is lacking. i need to fix it.