As I found the magpies are energetically building their nest even if it is snowing, I remembered a series I took when the neighbours’ cat ventured up to supervise…
Wishing you all a lovely Sunday!
March two years ago. 
I’m just saying…
I’m just longing…
Wishing you a great weekend!
As the morning dog walk was finished and we were warming up in the kitchen, I began to think about why I keep the things I keep on the old sideboard …and maybe they are not as beautiful as they once were…Why don’t I throw away faded roses…or faded twigs from an asparagus? And why do I keep a ceramic owl that cannot stand on its own feet?
Memories. Memories of a dear friend who gave me the loveliest roses – 10 years ago. Now they are resting in an beautiful bowl inherited from one of my oldest friends.
The owl is leaning against a ceramic bottle (from my grandmother). A gift from someone who listened to a lecture about some faraway country.
The three old bears were inherited from my mother-in-law. Somehow I love their expressions and I remember exactly where they were placed in her home. Now I let them sit together, contemplating life, on the golden crocheted tablecloths made by my husband’s grandmother, Anna.
The vase was a gift from another old friend, and the flowers – common cotton grass – were picked on my second trip to Iceland in 2006. They are still just as beautiful!
Things may fade, but memories don’t. They may change…but they will never leave you.
So, tell me – what do you keep on your sideboard, and what are their stories?
Paula, at Lost in Translation, asks us for Wintry… at least in our photos this week. As I posted my best ones this winter yesterday, I return to Iceland for some Real ”wintries.”
Today I woke up to a wonderland in white – the most beautiful morning this winter.
International Women’s Day
The whole garden soft and soundless – and today was the funeral for Marie.
Somehow it seemed so right that she was given the most beautiful, this magically soft light, her last day.
She was a strong and remarkable woman. Warm, creative and so full of life – she will always be remembered, never forgotten. Thank you, Marie, for being my friend.
This story is an old one, from 2011, but I know it is my best story ever. Totti is a bon vivant and a lazy dreamer – but he is prepared to fight for his (our) hammock…
I kept the original Swedish text, but added an English one as well. I hope you will enjoy the story, and appreciate Totti’s great effort…Just look at his facial expressions ;-D
Leaves or trees – leaves And trees are my kindred spirits. For Cee this Tuesday, I have focused on two of my favorite countries and some of my favorite trees and leaves. In the header, autumn coloured beech by the lake near my home in Sweden.
Tree ferns of New Zealand are plants I would have loved to have in my country. They bring magic and beauty to the world.
The Kauris of NZ, here Tane Mahuta, are both majestic and endemic giants. See the people on the ground below!
When paddling through the thick, mangrove like trees, we admired all the other plants living on the tree branches and tree trunks. This is the east coast of NZ.
The Southern Beech is a very beautiful tree with rather tiny leaves, seen in enchanted forests by the road to Milford Sound. The fallen tree trunks still full of new branches.
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