MAIDEN IN LACE, 95 YEARS OLD

We call our dear country The Maiden of Finland. Can you see the delicate laces of her winter dress? 

Happy 95th birthday Finland!

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Hyvää itsenäisyyspäivää!

WHISPERS FOR THE DAYS TO COME

Hello dear Eleven,

This will be good. Filled with rowing on gentle waves, seeing new skies. Warm winds and blooming hills to climb. Days to walk and days to watch. Weeks to paint and a year to smile.

Happy New Year, Let´s make it a wonderful one!

1. My parents, maybe late 60´s or early 70´s (they met when they were 16, in December they had 30th anniversary) ♡

2. My mother´s cousin (I think!), maybe late 60´s or early 70´s.

3. My best friend and me from 2007.

NIGHTS TO WALK AND PEDAL

Three evenings in sunset. Four hedgehogs, two friends. Three bunnies, hundreds of birds. An old bus, tens of new freckles painting my nose. All of us under the same sky.

That sky is just different to us. Sunny and hot here and cold and rainy in there, cool under the shadows of lilac bushes for the rabbits. I think it will be changed next week. Change is good, grey days are needed. Me and the green things outside we need rain once in a while.

I hear wings, they come and go above the roof. Now someone visits me on the balcony. They never speak there, just on the branches. A pity as I quite don´t get if they want to join for the dinner of champions-, pecan nuts- and zucchini-risotto over apple pancakes (Emilia´s name day celebration of yesterday).

Thank you once again so very deeply for everyone writing to me. It feels so good to hear from you and I think of your words many times through the days.

All my love,

♡

Anna Emilia

UNDERWOOD AND BIRD GOSSIPS

Spring calls for long walks with provisions in pockets. (Nuts, dried berries and fruits, an apple, strawberry juice. Three small pieces of dark chocolate.) To see who is the most brave to show a hint of green first. Trees or flowers from the ground. Spring also calls to stay home, to paint eagerly while black lover birds whisper their greetings through an open balcony door. Spring calls to realize late in the night that a new day comes and painting and the bird songs can also continue tomorrow. Spring calls as a sound of rain and new wings flying to the roof, I guess it is a big blind date centrum there for birds. Spring also calls just to stay in the moment and watch the light changing.

These pictures are from the year 2007. The spring I stayed in Finland and the summer in Iceland. There were many streets to walk. Many rainy days to read comics under strange light blue NATO-blankets. And a friend tickling my soles.

Happy Thursday! Happy walks!