luck The sky is now a pale blue and the air is not, despite the cold temperature cutting. I am standing in the door and look at the sky. I watch a Seagull behind as they so easily and beautifully takes its course. My beloved birch trees gleam in the sun with its wonderful white-brown stems.
My four Graces Kaja, Vala, Fortuna and pony Jenny like statues in the meadow in the sun and enjoy it clearly.
Behind me I hear my husband sing softly, he is waiting for the water slowly into the bucket for the horses pieselt, our pressure reducing valve is broken for a while. I have to smile, he does not sing well.
Somewhere near me on the croaks his pheasant hens, they are now to come into his sleeping tree.
What have I done to deserve such happiness, I think so often when I stand here and just all the wonderful Shoot.
If I go abroad, they can not grasp that I say happiness, everything is old and haggard and currently schmudelig again. If you have been living so long with pain must be, one is already happy, sometimes get one or the other corner clean. But you have to just understand.
We consider it a long time not as narrow as we have learned as children.
With four people in 2 1 / 2 rooms, they also do not really imagine.
But we laugh about it more than we disturb us. It is so bizar and as often so beautiful, I can not say. Except when I want to sleep and turn up the children on my bass * Laughs *!
for me is not happiness depends on that everything is clean and new. And people that this is more important than the soul of the people are not my thing.
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