THISTLE SEEDS

blowing away. I helped them a bit, it kind of felt like staging a white ballet, or an opera. In the end I had to choose which I liked most.
The weather so pleasant, so we drove to Gottsbüren, and walked from there a path that we had walked before and that had pleased us a lot.
The views around us so wide and everywhere green.
Along the path the familiar wild flowers. At some places fields with bulls, with a sign that told us not to enter the field, because of the dangerous bulls.
At the end of the path there is an old mill, out of use now, and some farms, and there was also a big, very big wooden building, beautifully restored, and the last time we had been there, there had been a sign that it was for sale. I asked Piet Hein if he thought it would been sold now.
He thought not, but he was not right, the sign was gone, and a woman and a girl came out of the house, they lived there now.
We sat on a bench and pondered about how it would be to live in this beautiful place, but so far from villages  and shops (well only 6 or 7 km).
We returned via another path, that led us upon a hill, where we rested in the grass, looking at the clouds for a long time.
We had hoped to find the camels in a field, where we had seen them before, but there was none now, only one horse.
Our walk had been just a bit too long, and we were glad to reach our home again at 6 pm.

I'll give silly hearts tonight to Alan_Rodger, madwill, JohnW, Saltandvinegar, and Crispin25.