As they got older, there was hard work in the fields from spring until harvest, but I think Lena and Thias spent some early evenings, especially in spring, in the wild areas or rocky hills, looking at the sky, hearing bird songs, splashing a foot in a pond if the weather turned warm. And all the while they were inhaling the April smell of fresh growth and the shriveled plant remains from the year before.
Let us tiptoe along behind them.
|Barefoot on the road?|
purple deadnettle (purple archangel?)
white dead nettle doesn't sting says Josiane
|Lying on the damp ground|
|Looking up, chattering, and dreaming|
|Walking back home|