Romance

The rolling hills and stunning vistas of this farm are making me sink deeply, hopelessly in love.

In the evenings before dinner is when I like it best. I hike up the steep road above the house and look for roe deer and wild boar in the dusky light of the field margins. The distant sound of church bells from the hilltop village echoes faintly through the air. And tree frogs begin to serenade the night breeze full of poplar pollen drifting through the air like snow.