My world is a little bit of earth under my fingernails and a lot of freedom in my heart. It smells like freshly mown hay, apples and baked bread.

Here the day begins before the city wakes up, and ends not where the lights go out, but where the first dawn appears.

Recently there was an incident: one stubborn goose (he is generally like a separate person here) decided that he was bored living on a farm - and ran away. 😘😘
I ran after him in my pajamas across the morning field, trying to persuade him to come back. And you know what? He was offended. 😊😂
Then we sat on a bench for a long time — me with coffee, him with pride — and made peace.

Yes, my life is a little... different. But it is real.

In the evenings, I sit by the window with a cup of herbal tea, listen to the silence and think how nice it would be to share all this with someone.
Not to save me from loneliness — but to multiply the joy.
So that there would be someone nearby who understands that the greatest magic is in the simple.
Who is ready not only to listen, but also to hear. Who wants to come one day — not for a vacation, but for life.

I have something to tell. And maybe you have something too. 😊😊

Write if you want. What if something interesting starts from this?💋💋