Strawberry day...

Yesterday I came back to my hometown...And of course - there was a surprise waiting - my Dad took us to pick-up strawberries in a nearby village - Ledenik.
I haven't been there for ages...But it didn't seem to change very much.
Only the huge walnut tree was gone.I felt sad. It was a good tree...had a shadow for us when it was really hot. Where do trees go when they are cut-off?
Then, the strawberries were a heaven and a hell at a time.Heavenly aroma and taste...and picking them was so hard...
Anyways...we finished in two hours...Well, couldn't pick them all and Dad was really frustrated that they will just get spoiled...Well it is a pity anyway, but who can eat tons of strawberries:P
Then, I went for a little walk down the way...And it was so amazingly beautiful and calm. Green and blue and grey. Rain was coming and it reminded me of Van Gogh's paintings...the one that is said to be painted shortly before his death...with the golden fields and the dark blue sky with crows...So apocallyptic...Drops of rain started falling down and I felt them so cool on my hot skin. I was thinking of you again...and wishing you were there...
It rained a bit, then stopped as abruptly as it started...and the sun came out.
It smelled like rain...A forgotten smell for a girl living in Sofia...