Old sheets ripped to strips. Trousers, shirts, all white. Already with holes, grandmother sewed them. Jute thread and cotton jersey. Grandmother´s loom is built at home, mother starts to weave carpets for my home. Home here and there, everywhere I visited. But mostly there by the fire and forests.
Afternoon walk to the still sleeping summerhouse. Snow up to knees, sun peeking while setting down. Train brought back to the town for a painting weekend. Still a few stretches before mixing the first colors of the spring.
Thoughts of golden beams to your weekend.