Amazing how silent it is when
the mist is shrouding the valley….neither birds, cars, planes nor cicadas make
any noise in this damp, dreich weather. Even the dog barks are faint!
My neighbour’s new pig is
ailing – so had the vet on Saturday. His 2 new lambs are already attached to
him and squawk at the gate for attention.
Maritsa has
once again to go to hospital on Wednesday – a 100 km round trip – for some more
checks. She has not been sleeping or eating well this past couple of years. She
will be 81 in a month. Viciu is hale and hearty
and will be 88 on 22 June.
Apart from Daniela - and Vlad
in Bucharest’s English bookshop - they
are my only link with Romania. Little wonder that some people wonder why I am
here…..Not easy to explain what meaning a special house and special valley can give a life!
Here I am totally myself –
devoting almost every minute to contemplation.
I don’t want to sound religious - but the books, music and views do invite deep thought - and the scribbles which, for me, go with that.
I generally walk into my neighbours’
uninvited and sometimes catch them reading the bible….. Earlier today my old
next-door neighbor came with a couple of eggs for me – in return I give her
coffee and the mobile to talk to Daniela with.
She then selects whatever delicacies appeal to her – today it was a
couple of kiwis. But I had a surprise package of small ocean fish for her –
which is her favourite.
Of such is mutuality made
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