By the mailbox

I wait for post everyday. Even when I expect nothing, I am there… With this funny hope of getting old-fashioned cards, letters with crazy words, messages, maybe a drawing too, envelops and tiny gifts. Pieces of flowers, maybe a magnet, … Continue reading


Well it is windy. More like: I am holding my roof in place and bringing stones inside, than just a light breeze… still. It is windy. Huge balls of crazy air hit my little cottage and I am scared. I … Continue reading