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Hallo dear all of you,

Typography exercises for lunch today. (No. 1.) Or organizing and finding treasures behind the bookshelf. One lost drawing became found. Two years being lost or forgotten and still when finding it, everything from that moment became like those two years´ moments never existed. Blue pen on a light transparent paper, already a lot of leaves then, remembering the table and the window views while drawing.

Painting meadows today for the ones celebrating this summer. Walking under an umbrella, bare ankles getting splashes of rain drops through puddles yesterday. The birch tree scent is sweet and strong after every rain. A cuckoo sings in the allotments.

How is your Tuesday?

LITTLE DISAPPEARANCES OF TUESDAY

Everything is hiding today. The sun behind clouds. The new balcony flowers inside from the cold. Bird songs. The rosa thread I wanted to use for sewing this morning became brown instead. One of the rabbits hid inside a lilac bush this morning. Postman is hiding too, should bring some small news.

Maybe I could hide a bit too. Inside my jacket and a big scarf from the coldness while bicycling to the town to find some bigger painting paper. In a café from home. Inside magazine spreads from the café. Into new lands from the travel magazine spreads.

These images you may have seen earlier in my Flickr. They are from Reykjavík from the summer 2006. The girl living upstairs was hiding inside a tiger gardener. The wind hid in the grass and a small cat was hiding too but had left some small paw steps at least as the first walker on the new concrete.

Where do you like to hide today?

Lunch time, from that I do not want to hide. Bon apetit and Cheers with a tea cup!

Happy May, happy day!

SAWING, NAILING, PAINTING, WHISTLING

The small allotment garden and their huts are finally awake in my neighbor. Yesterday the first small yellow flower popped on my bicycle trip there. An older woman was carrying a pile of cut branches inside her fences and asked if I am on my way to work too (in one of the gardens). "I am just a passer-by adoring these small yards. And searching for the first flowers of the spring. I saw one, the very first one, just behind me." "Oh you did? That is a happy thing. I go to see it too."

This morning I built my own allotment huts. They are flood-safe. Maybe also seacoast safe. Mountain safe for sure! But to nail better I need to learn, because I am not sure these are rain- or windproof though. Maybe sealing them better would do. (Other huts: 1, 2, 3.)

Dear Shokoofeh, thank you so much for the award of Tea, flowers and sunshine! These pictures are for you, maybe one day we can drink tea together in a real allotment garden of mine (:

DEAR APRIL, YOU MELTED THE SNOW

While eating blueberry pie, I wrote some new plans to a list that I keep. Ideas, commissions, dreams, places to visit. Things to paint, things to read, people to contact. Things for now, tomorrow and forever. Sew a jacket or Learn always. Things done become crossed, amount of marks which never will be finished is growing. Visit lighthouses. Have a walk. Paint.

Happpy new week!

EARLY EVENING GREETINGS

Mornings start this week with a new layer of snow and its disappearance before the noon. Evenings are full of fog and rain drops, mellow soundscapes, vanished colors. March is tricking.

Between discarded cotton paper piles patterns are hiding. Between patterns hide treasures. Between a gift, an old book, hide big leaves which someone has picked up from gigantic trees in Germany decades ago. I wonder if those trees are still breathing and making pure air for us.

It smells jasmine here, tea is brewing. A cup of tea to you too and then a bicycle trip to the town!

GREEN MEMORIES

Hello mountains,

hello green color!

It is all white in here still, but the streets have melt. At home I found some photos in green. The first image is taken on a rainy road from a car. A magician´s car. He was a very kind one. Only because he never had been in Ísafjörður, he and his friend decided to drive us there. Next morning they had to be gone when we woke up, but then they told that maybe they want to drive us even a bit further. We saw seals bathing in the sun. Late afternoon they continued their journey and we stayed over the night sleeping next to a big waterfall. Next morning we met two travelers who took us to a ferry and then further to a glacier. There we slept another night.

The last two pictures are from Dalvík, "Valley Bay". Up to the mountains I walked many times. There the sounds were so far and soft, long continuous echo of cars and the sea humming together. The wind very straight but not as strong as I thought. Birds singing to show me where to walk, not near to their nests. A small waterfall coming from the glacier hurrying down to the sea.

All the shades of green,

Anna Emilia

NUMBERS

Every photo of me as a child has marks of cats in them. In my face. Our first cat was called Miisu, but I kept calling him Voihan Harmi, "Such A Pity".

27, still very young and still very happy. Waving to you all kind and warm greetings!

P.s. A song for a happy day (thank you Arna).

LUMI

There was an article about an old gentleman in the newspapers who has kept weather diary for many decades. He has big notebooks where he marks twice a day what his home thermometer says and what is the official weather. In one notebook fits many years and if he travels, he marks the local weather. In those decades he has keeping doing it, he doesn´t see any clues about climate change. The weather changes and winds turn, going around and coming back. Though around 70´s one January sinivuokkos were blooming here. No signs of sinivuokkos yesterday in my neighbors´, the allotment garden.

A hint of lovely winter music by Oliver. Let it make good to you.