As soon as the horsechestnuts start to bloom, spring soon turns into summer.
This tree grows in a court where I work. The horses had a meaning, 200 years ago, the emperor put his hundreds of horses up here. Cavalry and so ...
No time to loose, here come the bow-stockings. Those wondering, where they come from, I "portraied" them already around Easter. Back then I only owned them in khaki and decided to get the bold color, too. Have been well adviced by a fashion-expert in town, Liane, to go for bold. :-x
As you can see I am not very experienced in selfportraits below the waistline. The "shooting" ended up in a sort of bizarre Ashtanga-Yoga, I spare you the pics.