weekend thoughts

I wanted to visit the cherry trees on Saturday. I took a

basket, a blanket and my bike with me and was hoping

to find small red balls on the trees already. In front of our bedroom

I can see a cherry tree covered in the most beautiful

red tones and every day it makes me crave cherries even more! ; )

But when I reached my spot I saw that they weren't red yet so I was a little

sad that my basket would stay empty for now. 

 I was lying in the high grass on my blanket,

watching it moving with the wind.

I started to cut out some stickers for my shop,

because I always like to work not only at my

desk but also at places that I feel very 

comfortable in. 

As I was looking around I realized the sun had already moved a lot down to the hill where

the cherry trees are and now started to create the most beautiful playful

light patterns on the bark so I took a few pictures in it.

When I was looking above me I saw a little red butterfly flying into

my direction and naturally I reached out my arm and it landed

so softly on it and climbed on my blouse. 

Now it was sitting there like a broche for maybe 10 minutes

until it started to fly away just to come over to me again

to land a couple of times. 

I was standing there in this light, in this silent

world of the cherry trees.

Just me and this little red butterfly.

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A trip to the lake

Some weeks ago it was warm enough to go for our first

swim with some lovely people at the lake.

Like always the first swim of the year felt

incredible special. 

I love to feel the water all around me. It feels like this is

one of those moments where you feel your body very differently and

intense. 

With the windflowers

Look at their beautiful dresses,

like delicate silk it looks out for the sun up to to sky

Grew up like a rose

Every day I see these roses on my bike ride home.

They are so delicate and yet so strong. 

A scent that seems to be not from this world,

so unique and soft. 

A scent of early summer and tender wind

that waves trough the cherry trees that are not

covered in tiny red balls just yet.

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muse: maren

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