The cherries come in June. Blackberries in July. And yellow plums, with buzzing bees to gently swat away, in August. Yet for Marius and Cornelia Miclăuș, the warm months of spring and summer begin when strangers venture onto their green folds of land in the Carpathian Mountains of southwest Romania. Marius is a sort of house-whispering architect who ascribes emotions to sagging structures, reviving them brick by brick. Cornelia is a former economist from the Danube Delta who gets pleasure in baking and serving bread. “The happiness is so close, and we share it,” she says.