The other day – before the major mess-up – I was hanging out laundry on the balcony. For a change it was sunny outside (albeit windy). And suddenly I noticed this soothing, almost ASMR-like, sound. For a moment I could not place it and then it struck me: it was the sound of rustling leaves. Something I had not really heard in half a year and something I already got used to since this happened. So now when little L. asks me whether the summer has already come, I can with a clear conscience say Yes, m’darling, this is summer.
PS. Apparently there is an umbrella term for sounds of the wind in the trees: psithurism. You are welcome.
A few moments of joy after a day spent fighting migraines and other troubles. The beautiful light was followed by hot juice and bun – I bet that helped too!
I’m kind of thinking already about what to post about tomorrow. It has to be about my new hobby: dumpster diving. As some of you know, our beautiful and beloved house is soon undergoing repair work, and we will have to leave our den (sob) at least for some time. The janitor was so kind and organised a skip in the inner yard where (rich) flat owners have been disposing of their excess junk. To cut the story short, so far I’ve rescued a glass jar which is now trending massively in Finland as an interior accessory and two shelves for framed pictures. I’ve heard rumours about a certain neighbour whom I truly respect and who might be throwing out a substantial number of books soon… Ah, bring the rubbish on!
I wash my hands and my newly acquired possessions properly by the way.