I start to write about the garden.

It seems like nothing happens, but I am walking every day, mostly accompanied by my garden scissors. I walk through the green or now sun burned grass and contemplate what it takes to bring out the real look. A design, human influence that let nature be.

I observe the many, many insects that are all over the plants, the grasshoppers, the varieties of bees, spiders, ants and escargots ( can’t remember the english word.). It makes me really happy.

I live not alone. My family is around me. It’s hard to have hours on my own. On the table is the pot with the cutted plants and you see the rest of clay. My little son, a schoolboy, had the idea to construct palisades for his Romain Playmobil figures. So we did this together.