As I opened my eyes I saw before me the glade where the kids used to play. Now they had walked with their mother to the gardens to prepare lunch. It was close to noon and I was starting to feel hungry. The sun was sprinkleing thru the leaves of the treas and the air was warm. A soft gust of wind made the leaves dance and the spots from the sun wink at me as I looked up. Something moved in the tree, probably a bird. I sat there for a while just staring. And then I moved my eyes to the glade and the small houses made of clay and wood surrounding it. I looked at the people working, relaxing and playing. About 20 persons divided in 6 families lived there, with only the most necessary contact with society.
The glade was really a permaculture garden filled with eatables. Right next to the glade, to the south and west, where the biodynamic allotments and on the east side was the lake. North of the small settlement was the fruit forest. It was also a cultivated forest made up of fruit trees, bushes with berries and nut trees. A couple of hundred meters to the northwest was the well. Pure spring water that flowed from the base of the ridge that streched from northeast to the west. Further south the landscape was more hilly and rough. I sat there with my own thoughts and didn't hear them comming. Suddenly someone put their hands over my eyes. I shrugged from the sudden occurance and tried to turn around. The person behind me danced along as I swung my body back and forth a couple of times and then she started to laugh.