Okay so it has not changed. I wrote about this thing in so many words, twice, here in my blog in early June. I have started to suspect that it just might be my phone… My phone is too old and it has already been useless in some other ways, too, for… some years now (but I do not know why Facebook still works well enough on my phone). I cannot even have many apps on my old phone and some apps I cannot have at all. All in all, I am about to buy a new phone now soon.
So yesterday was the last time that I will ever try to post a picture and to change my profile picture with this old phone of mine. The next time that I will do it, will be with a new phone, and if I still cannot do those things with the new phone, then I will create a new account on Instagram.
Visiting my boyfriend´s forest in Kauhajoki in August.
I wrote this summer story / poem yesterday and today. This is a true story, so all the things in this story have happened to me this summer, just the way I wrote them. At the end of this blog post there are also some flower pictures that I have taken this summer.
Hot days in June, it is so light at night, different things it allows
The lovely sound of summer, little birds are flying around, I know them, they are swallows
The birds wintered in the tropical lands, but now they are here
We humans do not have to travel far, nature is so amazing, near.
A cuckoo bird calling, baby woodpeckers are loud, a fox at me now stares
A tiny spider as white as the flowers of the Midsummer rose. Fancy, just to say who dares
Hide now, seek now, just wait and see, the day just might be fair
Wandering the roads, no one knows, I might meet a friend, it is a hare.
In July then, I am wearing a winter coat, I see a tiny moth dive into embers
The rain is hammering the peony flowers, that a gardener remembers
Then suddenly it is warm again, cherries, strawberries, everything you desire
The scents, the memories, the long-awaited coffee around the campfire.
Frogs are greeting me, raspberries, bilberries, the gold red and blue
Grasshoppers I meet in the kitchen, now that is something new
August, the days are getting shorter, sunflowers open their petals, so yellow
Look at the stars, think now. Learn what is new, wonder, know.
Late August, the Midsummer rose is flowering again, pears and plums ripen on the trees
A hot day, every time the last one for the summer, who knows, oh, summer please!
- Leena, August 25-26, 2020
PoppyFinnish Midsummer roseFinnish Midsummer rose flower and flower spiderIrisPainted daisyRose, on the longest day of the year, at midnightPoppies, on the longest day of the year, at midnightFinnish Valamonruusu ´Rosa Splendens´PeonyPoppies, pot marigolds… summer flowers…Sunflower
