Treasures

Yesterday I was out in the country fighting rasberry weeds, when I found something. I have come to this place every summer in my whole life, still, it held a hidden treasure, half burried in the ground under some pine trees: A magnificent swirl design made out of rusty iron.

One of my favourite things in the world is hunting for treasures. Walking or climbing with eyes searching the ground and then that pleasant feeling when something lovely or wondrous appears before them. The excitement of picking it up and holding it in my palm, or dig to find out what it is.
Some days ago me and Sam visited an island, where I have lived a few times. It is ful of ancient history in the form of celtic crosses and whitering ruins, but my favourite place is an old dump: an environmental catastrophe at the northest edge of the island. It holds broken bottles and ancient medicine jars, ugly plastic wrapping from the sixties and an abundance of rusty metal. I love it.

lowpoint of Today: not doing any work but still staying inside the whole day pretending that I was.

mission of Tomorrow: Write an article. Buy balcony boxes and plant some more seeds.