April 2019 Massiaru, Estonia
I could not get a photo of the big peacock-coloured beetle. He spent all his time negotiating the grass and falling over at almost every blade. He must have been used to it because he flipped himself over and just carried on.
Hawthorn was watching a moth which had got caught inside the double glazing, so he couldn’t get to it, but he spent a long time watching and trying, bless him.
Like a battlefield – you could almost see people picking through bodies looking for coins. It seemed strewn with sadness
The new leaves have come out next to the pussy willow which now look like they are bursting with excitement at the feel of the sun.
As I stand facing the rising sun to do my morning exercises, the sunshine gleams through the dandelion leaves at foot level.
The bus passes through mile after mile of forest with the longest straightest tracks dissecting them. Some are dense pine and others are deciduous, more spacious with a matching green floor. Occasionally they have been cleared for agricultural purposes (in the centre of one huge one were 2 storks lazily pecking), or for motorbike racing.
I am picking up a few words of the notoriously difficult Estonian language : thank you sounds like aita; tee is street without the s, r and second t; kohvik is coffee shop ; kool is school – you can see why I know those ones!
All those trees mean that of course the main house building material is wood and they are usually painted beautiful colours which shine in the evening sun.