The old barn, with a hook on the side, as it looked when we bought the summer house 1989. Two years later a storm took down everything except the stone wall towards north and west.
From 1989. There still is a gate between the barn and the house, and the house looks the same plus a lot more plants clinging to it. Behind the door on the right were a toolshed, and behind the gate the garden begins.
A childs wheelbarrow. Work can be a game. Now the weelbarrow is abandoned. On top, an abandoned beehive.
Views blending into each other from our garden, a morning between heaven and earth.
Can you see the fly on the blue table, the bumble bees in the purple-blue lavender, the stearin on the ground from the romantic night before? (You can click on the pic to enlarge it).
Roses in all stages of life.
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