Snow-white Field

Summer holidays have begun. I'm in the car on the way to my grandmother's. From a window in the raised fields and meadows I see a thin stripe of white. But that's all I need to put together information about the location of a poppy field with white poppies.

Who knows me well will not be surprised that this information was not enough for my poor orientation and soon I got lost there. Somehow maps don't tell you where and on which fields sunflowers, corn or poppies are groving this year..

And that's what made it so insane when I suddenly popped out in the sea of endless white heads. It was buzzing everywhere, and every little thing came to pollinate here. I started carefully jumping over these giant poppies to find a perfect spot in the middle of that gorgeousness.

Shadows were tinging the white into gentle tones of blue, and clouds ripped into many pieces were crossing over the field just above my head. It's perfect. I am so happy.