A piece of ground (own)
10 08 2009I like long almost infinitive summer evening, when day is breaking and sun cast long shadows of trees and bushes on the lawn. Same warm sun ablaze whole garden with a riot of colors of flowers and plants. In same moment light wind is blowing away last odour of grill and reach and pleasant smells of flowers come to use. Slowly coming coolness of dusk accompany last gardeners on their way to homes, whose place is taken by birds and insects giving magnificent concert.
