Forest villa

Him/ Autumn is coming . Leaves  flying around and the morning fog often floats through the woods until dark . Here and there the fog tears apart,  and wads of white cotton let the sun rays  through colored tree sky. Winter is coming and mirage of the  sun won´t warm frozen hands . But who would stay at home .... Mosquitoes have given up and are holed up somewhere and our dogs are hiding  in the hallway ... well you brought us up :) Today I use the last chance to cuddle with my motorbike. I´m buffing  chrome and brushing  carb, looking forward to annoy the neighbors again , bubbling - pata - puty - paty - puty...
 
She/ I bake a plum cake today. I like the sweet smell of baked plums with butter.  I always look forward for the fall. I feel peaceful melancholy. Trees dangles in the wind as the dancers at the end of disco and I 'm drinking tea and looking through the windows how everything changes . I love the peace . I prepare a special lunch . It's just three months since we moved in . In the afternoon I´ll unpack the last few boxes. I have so much of the women´s junk , but fortunately there's my biggest closet in the world. Well , actually, I think it will fit:)
 
Them/ This is our home . Fitted in between trees as an old polypore.  And here we are as small mumins living and enjoying the dreamy  views to the forest . 
 
 

 

Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa
Forest villa