It´s very quiet in the village. Not a sound can be heard, not even the slightly crazy rooster thet lives not far away in the village. No dog, no bird, just the sound of rain falling down from the sky.
This is a species of Fuchsia, Fuchsia rosea. I bought it as a cutting this early spring. The flower is really really small, not even a centimeter (that would be something like 2/5 of an inch)
So it´ll be another relaxing day inside, with lots of tea. Yesterday I read in the book I got from Joyce, Living in the countryside. Rather soon I realised that I read the same text again, but the english was sort of strange. They have written the book not only in english but in german and french too. So when I thought the english was a bit strange I was reading german :-) It´s like when I lived in Gothenburg. I got up one morning and was so tired I didn´t know my name. So I put on the tv and started to watch the morning program. I looked for a long time, not understanding a word of what that woman was saying thinking I was more tired than I understood my self. It must have passed over half an hour until I realised that I was looking at danish morning tv :-) :-) When I realised that there were no problems to understand her at all :-)