Tuesday, 16 July 2013


The corn is golden now, their proud heads bow to the wise sun.

The air is heavy with heat and dust, like the roses that droop with their burden of lacy petals....I suffer from the lazily flying flies.

Anonymous rustlings sound through the fields, bird song lifts above the monotonous busting, it smells, it feels like summer.


Soaked cereals in milk, parts zucchinis muffin, berries (fresh and frozen), greek yogurt, banana and cocoa. 

Happy WIAW!

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