Wreaths of wild flowers. From spring until late autumn blooming clover, violet alfalfa, poppies, cornflowers, yellow stars, wild daisies cover the hills and the only souls bothering them are the night crickets, the heavy rain, the thunder or Horia riding.
The only thing I could not bring between the walls is the smeel of the raindrops. Otherwise, even the tiles in the bathroom are like a flowerish colored tetris! What starts here retains freshness. Just like the mansion. Simply aware.
Virginia Szabo, at your service,