Village o' Village!
Im very glad to be writing a whole different post.It may be your favourite or not but lets be risky.Life is all about new adventures.It has been a hell of a tiring week, all about children therapies (part of school),lots of houseworks and cooking and tidying and fixing things. But hey... books and cheeky coffee times with friends has light up my days as well.
But linked to a tiring week we all know good relaxing days will be waiting for us.Such is the weekend which we passed on...
"To my father's village,called TRESH xp" --and the urban legend goes on :p
TRESH-in english its meaning is 'number 3' and its linked due to its 3 first cottages of the village many many years ago..but hey xp what a terrible legend though :p
-October is between us,its over the village and all over the country.It is that time of the year when the fruits get all orangeyyy, where all the trees go orange,red and brown and leaves decide to fall by covering and letting us walk in a gold crispy carpet..MMM that sound though.
-It was a sunday funday.It had been months since i last was there.I might kinda admit that since my grandfather's death that place kinda feels empty... Its been half of the year since he left us and im still not used to not to find him there in his tiny corner near the stove ☹ Such a tall,handsome man...with a wild and nice heart at the same time,very hardworking who made that place look alive and colorful... MISSIN HIM!
-We had to go early in order to enjoy the whole day.There i met my cousins and my grandma too...
My dad now has to do some kinda things which need to be done as our grandfatther used to do before.It is october as i mentioned,and this means the grape is rippened and some good 'Raki'(its an alcoholic drink made of grapes,albanian tradition) need to be done hihi xp
SORRY SISTAHH XP
-Except from Raki, we got chestnutssssss... hell yeyyyy
-Apparently this all look super fun but you know what is super interesting? This super OLD,VINTAGE chair which exists since my father was born. From 1960-2017, with some little calculations it is a 57 year old chair. Anyone wants to buy it? xp
-Lets get back to those veggies and fruits to those whom i found a great pleasure collecting and eating and shooting as well xp....
As i have found myself a truly organic eater i got really excited collecting them... Some good dishes on the way though...YUMMMM
-Except from the goods that village serves us, the sincere beauty of nature really touched my soul.As a lover of flowers i found some really cute ones and odourful as well.A cheeky favey poem down below:
"His flower blooms in the wind,
Blossoming each direction the wind blows.
Gracefully tucked in the curled petals of self love, Her love.
His flower is innocent, Her petals lingering with the aroma of her lips.
Devoured by the breeze that swoops pass. Engulfed in passion,
His flower. Her love. Her lips.
His flower exuberantly intellectual.
Her stem a temple of spiritual delight, the way she sways, his flower.
Her leaflets drenched with infatuation, Her love is mute.
A bold splash of violet that speaks louder than any word.
There isn't a perfume sweeter than her fragrance.
The bees that loom around in circles, inebriated from such intoxication.
They fall short of her love, Her lips, his flower.
The thought of her lingers.
Humbling itself at will, he submits to her, his flower.
Mesmerized by such beauty, gentle, soothing.
He longs to be the water his flower needs to grow.
Her love Kewayne Wadley " (I got a bit too sentimental xp)
Blossoming each direction the wind blows.
Gracefully tucked in the curled petals of self love, Her love.
His flower is innocent, Her petals lingering with the aroma of her lips.
Devoured by the breeze that swoops pass. Engulfed in passion,
His flower. Her love. Her lips.
His flower exuberantly intellectual.
Her stem a temple of spiritual delight, the way she sways, his flower.
Her leaflets drenched with infatuation, Her love is mute.
A bold splash of violet that speaks louder than any word.
There isn't a perfume sweeter than her fragrance.
The bees that loom around in circles, inebriated from such intoxication.
They fall short of her love, Her lips, his flower.
The thought of her lingers.
Humbling itself at will, he submits to her, his flower.
Mesmerized by such beauty, gentle, soothing.
He longs to be the water his flower needs to grow.
Her love Kewayne Wadley " (I got a bit too sentimental xp)
-Knock knock....Sorry bothering again but i made some really good friends :p Say hi to:
BATTUFOLO & PLUTO
(PEPPA PIGS xp)
-All of us prefer the rushing,crowded and modern life instead to peaceful and relaxing hours that village serves to each one of us. But im totally sure that anyone could leave anything for a day or two in order to feel sorrounded and hugged by the nature that only village has.I admit i found the peace i much needed and the isnpire as well to write this blog.
AND HEY,IT IS WEEKEND...grab some clothes,take your family or friends or lovers and get lost.It is time to appreciate and enjoy the most sincere feeling that only village owns it.Im sure you will clear out your thoughts,put your mind at ease,and love each other more and more ♥
"The village may be magic
It may be something in between
In truth all I can tell you
What I saw, not what I mean
It's a village, plain and simple
in the woods, all shades of green
Un-kissed, and yet so perfectstuck in stasis, in between"
AND HEY,IT IS WEEKEND...grab some clothes,take your family or friends or lovers and get lost.It is time to appreciate and enjoy the most sincere feeling that only village owns it.Im sure you will clear out your thoughts,put your mind at ease,and love each other more and more ♥
"The village may be magic
It may be something in between
In truth all I can tell you
What I saw, not what I mean
It's a village, plain and simple
in the woods, all shades of green
Un-kissed, and yet so perfectstuck in stasis, in between"
♡CHEERS ♡♡
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