My good friend Melody calls the village where my mother was born and raised, Poljane, a fairytale village. And the description fits it perfectly. Not many people live there now, but my parents renovated my grandparents house and now they have added a summer kitchen, too. We went to see it and were pleasantly surprised by fresh snow. Not much but just enough to make everything look like it fell under a magic spell. I love winter, I love the snow and I love getting up close to this wonder of nature.
Now I can't even move the mouse as Gris has occupied the mouse pad and is very attentively watching me type this. Or maybe he is reading this as I write... I think he just noticed a mistake.... he keep hitting the "delete" key :))
|The new summer kitchen|
|What do you see?|