The spring really is finally here. Flowers. First coffees and teas outdoors, a little bit of reading too. All the time bicycling and seeing new corners. A small trip to see forests, fields, more lakes. The last heaps of snow. Ended up to a summerhouse with friends, where a small bonfire was made. In the bonfire the best coffee and the best bread, dark chocolate filled bananas. Scent of smoke, like home. "Where is home, there is fire. Where is fire, can surely be also a home," from Ronja the Robber´s Daughter. Ronja is screaming for the spring. I scream for the nature.
The ice in lakes is melting so quickly. Every day a few new hues in its color. Right now a grey turning to green. Yesterday a handful of ice in my hands was like the sharpest gems, formed by rain and sun.
Windy greetings, with many curtseys.
P.s. A small interview.
(Another old painting from 2009 for Lifetime Collective.)