Surprise surprise

It was supposed to be 700 per day only…

… or not. It was supposed to be the minimum!
😀 😀 😀

When the stress goes out – the words come in
but only God knows what will become of this.



catch the last warm hours
before the winter comes,
cherish in your memory
and taste them more than once
the sweetness of the autumn flowers
the softness of the sun
close your eyes
– remember –
back again, they will come


(Poem from October 2014.
The photo from June 25, this year, I took at the place where we use to buy our plants to the non-profit organization)