Rural (un) idyll

Do you know what is best in the countryside? Life in the countryside. Yesterday I wanted to go to collect blackberries but ultimately today at 5 I got up, I sewn the button in my pocket so that my phone in the bushes did not land and moved to my meadows. I frightened two deer, I admit here, but by maneuvering between the spikes of Ostrężyny, I neatly lasted all spider web with their tenants. Well, at least the vast majority.

I stood and looked at the grazing cow, listened to the birds, greeted the older neighbor walking into the field. I will come back later with coffee and Tomiszcz, maybe with a laptop, to oily it is a slight rust dream of publishing your own book, because so little is missing.

On Monday, ending 33 years old, I decided that this year had to be fully used. Not that I knew exaggeratedly on numerology, but a part of me, not so small again, remembers how I once counted my numerological number and it came out 33. I am not exceptional, that day over 300,000 other kids were born. I don’t know how many of them lay another week in the incubator, but I know that I was one of them. It is strange that I thought about such a distant moment in a meadow full of sun, flowers and cow pies attracting flies, like the smell of hops of drink lovers during Oktoberfest.

I thought so that these are the little pleasures that I am lucky to experience, despite a large group of problems on my neck and anxiety in my mind. Yes, even these deer beans and grass full of ticks. Well, maybe I exaggerated with ticks, but I think you know what I mean. Generally, for a place that gives me a completely free respite.

And you? What are your pleasures you are planning for the upcoming weekend?