FIRST SPRING TICKLES

A small train trip, many walks. More powdery snow. A few sun rays tickling all the corners. Reading a sentence here and there. More frozen windows. Spicy broccoli soup with coconut cream, ginger and lime juice. What about a few pancakes with grandmother´s raspberry jam?

Happy afternoon break greetings while the sun is already setting!

BOWS, HERE AND THERE

Radio playing silent songs. Snow, more on every glance outdoors. Someone brushing it away behind windows. Small secrets here and there, wrapped and hidden, sent away. Afternoon break, light disappearing. The moment when the coffee starts to sing with steam.

Tea for Five in Sekret Firmy magazine.

Have a sweet, warm new week!

WINTER BLUES

Happy second of November, filled with the blues from my painting table.

Do you ever get entertained by your dreams? This week I have been seeing some very strong dreams. One was about a volcano, which was a door. To leave a house of a friend I had to swim inside a volcano, dive under to a cave in it that took me to an ocean. It was the only way to get in and out. But the volcano was a friendly one, filled with water only. Very cold water though, I was swimming in my winter clothes!

Dream from last night was about a huge boat, which was more like a moving landscape in a sea. Or a floating city in water that a sailor was navigating. There were streets and parks in that boat, and the boat was floating among a usual sea landscape. Islands and open water. Just before the dream finished, I remember being aft of that ship, where the floor was made of empty canisters (it was kind of difficult to stand on them), caressing whales swimming by. The greatest of adventures, movies or theater plays of night time.

The last weeks I have been awake very early. That makes me very hungry very early. That makes my afternoon break very early. Happy cardamom coffee time with a fresh newspaper! Happy winter time!

Edit: This painting, Frost Garden on My Window is now in the shop as a print.

AFTERNOON WITH YOU

A little bit of spring with you on a Thursday afternoon break. Tea and apple pie, remembering the sun rays of this morning. They do tickle.

Have a warm Thursday.

P.s. To you I send the scent of this flower.

PEBBLES OF RAIN AND FEATHERS

Rain either with water or bird feathers from the roof-neighbors. A tent for keeping toes dry. Woken by crows while they had a-very-serious-sounding-meeting to realize that it was a moment of sunshine, indeed. But only for a moment. Now an afternoon tea with some rays of sun, reflecting like surface of a lake on the wall. Table light is turned on again otherwise.

Have a warm afternoon break.