Spring is my favorite season of the year. Cold, but warm. Blooming everywhere. Bugs hanging in the air. Taking pollen into the flourish fields. And the smell of flowers browse the fresh breeze that comes and goes. Slowly.
Last week we walked in the fields, through the trees, we lay in the bushes and watched the clouds take strange forms. We ran in the middle of the wet asphalt of the old roads. And we were happy. Isadora, Leo, my camera and I. And love. Blooming love for all.
I need to say that while Isa and Leo were lying on the bush some ladybugs came to land on them, bringing luck and colour.
I love so much my work. Lord, how I love.
Play. Yes. Play.