This gets better and better!
The trees, massively tall, tall enough to be masts on ships, really speak in the wind. Like Wisconsin. I love it especially when the tops shiver and whisper (szelest is the perfect word for this in Polish) but the lower parts remain still. The pines, on the other hand, creak and moan in their bones.
There are wild strawberry flowers all around. I hear the fruits are perfect on a stick, dipped in cream. We will see.
Still, I bought coriander because the smell reminds me so much of Harpreet bustling around the kitchen and the wet market in Singapore. I met some neighbors, bought a mailbox (now to pound it into the ground with a sledgehammer) and visited at twilight the nearest swimming lake.
Tomorrow A. arrives and turns 38.