If some places can seem miraculous, then this is one of them - the effort was to build an equally miraculous shed - to preserve a piece of the Earth for future generations, because as the old Indian proverb says "We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors, but borrow it from our children ".
SPRING - The fog under the hillside is slowly melting, the gradual melting of the ice reveals the shrill gurgling of the stream, the morning rays of the sun warm the fragile ground and the grasses in the meadow burst with all their might to the surface. „I love it here“, a rustling stroke of the pencil, slowly interrupts the notes of the piano, a soft melody - Mountain (Ludovico Einaudi). The remaining snow depicted a figure climbing the ladder into the pool – the water has a constant temperature of 7°C all year round.
SUMMER - Around the shed, a bunch of branches run with joy, a purple tongue from blueberries - the wind in the hair, dogs lazily lounging on the rafters. Broth is on the stove, the crispy crust of the roasted knee glistens in the oven. One of the guests sat down at the piano - Metamorphosis (Philip Glass).
AUTUMN - The landscape has become covered in earthy colors, the morning fog - endless white darkness. Sharp wind - silvery shingle roof with morning hoar frost. Autumn mood, make a fire, sew by the stove - play in the rain, sit down at the keyboard - Autumn (Geroge Winston).
WINTER - Shoveling snow, moving to the rhythm of falling flakes, a few turns, the path to the woodshed is clear. The doe tracks around are increasing every day - a large number of birds flock to the feeder. Stocks of wood until spring - the winter entrance is widely used. The interior smells of purple, the end of the year is approaching - melancholy - Andata (Ryuichi Sakamoto).
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