I'll leave a few photos here from our beautiful wheat field where I posed a few days ago. 😍 I think this is the perfect community for these pictures because whenever I look at them, they instantly put me in a feel-good mood, just like I was in on that day.

It was the second day of our slava, the day after St. Nicholas Day, which we celebrate on May 22nd. Before the other guests arrived on the second day, we took advantage of the beautiful weather and went for a walk in nature. My fiancé, his parents, my sister, her boyfriend and I headed out for an afternoon stroll through the countryside along our beautiful South Morava River. I'll save that story and the photos that go along with it for another blog, because there are quite a lot of them. So, like every narcissist, I decided to include only my posing photos in this blog. Just kidding, I hope I'm not a narcissist. I don't know, hopefully not a big one, hihi. (:

As soon as we made our way down to the river, we followed a dirt path that runs between the river and the nearby railway tracks. On our way back, we decided to stop by what I'll call our weekend house. It used to belong to my great-grandmother, and my grandparents always take a good care of it. They always keep the yard neatly mowed, prune the fruit trees, paint the lower halves of their trunks with white lime and plant something in the field that stretches beyond the orchard.

So, ta-da! This is our wheat field. 🌾

I immediately stepped into the field and wrapped myself in a beautiful wheat blanket. Now that I'm writing this a week later, I realize it's probably grown at least another half of the height you can see in these photos.

Have you ever walked through a wheat field, or among corn, rye, barley or buckwheat? It really is a wonderful feeling. 🥰 Somehow, you instantly feel connected to nature. There's no fear, neither of insects nor of those slithery creatures we'd rather not name right now, you know what I mean. Just a purely beautiful feeling, much like the first time you step into the sea or a river during the summer season. Absolutely wonderful.

Later, when I was looking through the photos, I realized how perfectly this shirt I was wearing that day matched that red poppy in my hand. The flowers on the shirt are actually colorful old dandelions, the kind that are ready to be blown away while you make a wish. Poppies, on the other hand, don't offer that experience; just a headache if you smell them too closely. I honestly wonder why that is, haha.

We have quite a lot of them around here. I remember that years ago there used to be even more growing in the roadside ditches when we'd be walking home from elementary school around this time of year. 😊

I wasn't actually smelling it, just posing that way. Later on, after doing some Googling, I realized that the opium poppy and the common red poppy aren't the same thing and are actually quite different, which I didn't know until then. Still, getting a headache from a red poppy is definitely possible. I looked into that more than once when I was a kid. 😄

The point of this blog: If you ever get the chance, go take a walk through a wheat field. Don't be afraid, it’s absolutely beautiful. ❤️🌾