my paradise

Few words and pics to capture my summer life. Not a slice but a glimpse of what is on the rich menu.

The house:

An old fisherman house and my uncle live a quiet life most of the year. My mom sometimes visits them, brings food, cleans and washes, chats and listens. When spring arrives, my sister joins them often, digging and planting in the garden. As soon as school is out, my mom, my sister, my nephew, my daughters, and I escape the city and bring different kind of energy and lots of noise to the lives of the small house and my uncle. They don't seem to mind. Few times during the summer our husbands arrive and then we have 12 people who stay for a night. But the best part is when we celebrate the summer birthdays and all the aunts and cousins and their children come, that's when it really gets crowded.
The house remembers the times when my grandma and grandpa lived there with their four children. Then the children grew, moved out, except for my uncle, and the rhythm of the life changed. Quiet nine months with a small family and loud summers with grandchildren. I don't remember my grandfather, and my grandmother passed away when I was 13, but many things are still the same as in my childhood.

The second house:

Two years ago my mom decided that she was not able to live in the old house with all the children, and the noise and the mess they bring. She liked quiet and clean, but it was impossible to find during the summer. My mom decided to buy a room of her own. The tiny cottage (no heating, no electricity) was assembled in two days. It's only a few steps away from the main house, but gives a perfect escape for my mom. My sister and I remembered that in the past the old house used to have wide wooden stairs, so we asked our mom to build something like that for her house. She ordered a wide wooden porch without borders.

The wilderness:

Like any good household in the country side, we have a green house with tomatoes and cucumbers to water, a herb and strawberry patch to tend, many flower beds to weed, and grass to mow. Unlike many other households, we have kept areas where we let the grass grow wild. The garden appreciates it, and in return shows us amazing beauty and gives plenty of wild strawberries and blueberries to eat. It's a bliss to go around, fill my hand with red and blue gems, let them roll into my mouth and eat them. The feeling and taste are priceless.

The sea:

Toes in the sand and sea salt on my skin, I know that my life is wonderful.