After living in big cities for 15 years, I still cannot get used to the extraordinary human way of life in our village in Northwestern Hungary, even though it has been already 4 years since we moved in and I cannot be enough grateful for the kindness that we are experiencing every day. One day,…
I am sitting in the middle of our garden and watching the wonderland around me which seems to be a background painted by Disney background artists in the 1950’s for Snow White or Cinderella. Our cherry trees and apple trees have just started to bloom, the cherry plum tree and the elderflower bush have turned…
We are chatting with Kata and I tell her that I got some quince from a friend. ‘And what are you going to do with that?’, she asks. “Quince paste… Imagine, it supposed to be quite an exacting process!’, I answer with full enthusiasm as if I am talked about an unexpected lottery win. Kata…
The Hungarian poet, Dezső Kosztolányi has a beautiful poem which title inspired mine, however he dreamt of colourful inks, that he could use for writing letters to the loved ones (You can read the poem in English here) So instead of inks, I dream of apples. Of quince, yellow-green Golden apples and reddish ‘scone’ apples….
I was fond of summer in my whole life, but lately I came to realise that my truly favourite season is autumn. I could say with a hint of self-irony that this comes with a certain age, but really, I have several reason to prove that autumn is the best season of the year. First,…
Soon I am going to celebrate my 35th birthday. This number is a kind of mystic for me, maybe because it seems to be an important milestone in life. I am an optimistic person so I presume I will live 100 years- at least I am sure I have enough plans for further 70 years so…
