donnaannaolga

Jo jonkin aikaa koneella maannut tyrnisaaga. Kai niitä vieläkin olis jos ehtis käydä. 

I start the morning in the sea-buckthorne bushes. Yesterday it was a rainstorm.

The biggest and the most ripe are on the treatop. I guess it’s only me and the birds trying to get those, which sun has kissed most.

Although Mr. Crow tries nothing anymore, I wonder what met him.

I like this, compared picking blueberries. No need to crouch and bow.

Some side-effects do exist, though… AAAARGH! Dreadful combination of sharp pikes and vitamin-C  a.k.a. ascorbic acid.
But I won’t give up until my legs start to shake uncontrollably.

If even then… Think I’m quite steady here, all these pikes in my hair and ass, it’s probably impossible to fall.Extra bonus in picking berries in urban are… ”Take the thrash out babe!”…suprising discoveries…

”Check this! Wooden window shades! They look nice!”

…And being social… ”My name is Frost. Berry Frost. Name obligates me to collect berries.”

The changing ambience… like sounds from the nearby building site. Somehow I do suspect they don’t pay the fee that would let them play the radio for all by-passers.Sounds also pass by… rattling of the grit under tires.
And waves ripple on the sea bank.

The changing ambience… The nearby building site…

Changing ambience in the bushes…

Monologs and telephone conversations fly by.

”Wuaaaaah!!!! A-a-a-lwa-a-a-a-y-ys just go-o-tta be-e-e-e so-o-o poli-i-i-ite!!! Buhuhuhuu!!!!!”

If  it takes such huge efforts,  then maybe it’s not worth it…

The ambience in the bushes…

”blaablablaa…blablablaa….”

”Hi!” ”Hello!”

”blaablablaa…”

And sometimes the ambience just does NOT change, no matter how much you hope it would.

”blaablablaa… blablaablaa”

”…blaablablaa…fuck..blablaa…blabla…fuck…”

”…and then blablaa…fuck blablabla…fuck blablaabla..fuckblablaa..”

”…tax office…blablaa…fuck…blablaa…”

”blablablablaa…fuck ….blaablablablaa…have your ears rested now? blablaablablaa…fuck…have your ears rested now?……”

Well, fuck, our ears did NOT rest during this berry-collecting. And seriously, I suppose  that ears in whatever the bureau she had had business with… well THOSE ears probably needed ALL the rest they could possibly get! Though, I have to admit that sometimes some bureaus ARE so kafka they do drive one mad.

Kategoria: arki, everyday life.
Tagit: food, human beings, ihmiset, luonto, nature, ruoka