Being a farmer means early mornings and late evenings – in fact your whole life is invested in your work. I admire these people immensely, and in another life …maybe I would have been a farmer.
I set out this early morning to enjoy spring, but when looking at my photos back home, I realize that many of them portray the countryside from a farmer’s point of view.
In the crisp morning air, last year’s strawberry fields lay shimmering by the road. Reminding me of a sunny and warm June with fresh berries and whipped cream.
Almaån in a haze – lazily flowing and listening to the early whistling of tiny song birds.
And on its banks, the birch trees are flaunting their green strands of hair in the first rays of the sun.
The yellow rapeseed and other crops help colouring the horses, slowly walking home. The land is opening its morning eye – and I rejoice in its beauty.
Another year’s strawberries are on their way!