The little one seems to be a bit lost. He made his way to Germany this week. Maybe he is listening to the black birds or waiting for the rain there. Or checking the volcano eruption sending greetings to the whole North Europe as a cloud of ash. Fire and smoke has always been the scent of home for me. Love back to you Iceland, I still miss you!
Flora sent me a heart-warming letter. More work came from South Finland. And a package of vanillin scent from the treasure island Iceland.
A small bag is packed. I am on my way to Tallinn.
Love to your weekend!
(P.s. If my site is down during the weekend, please come back next week! Workers are busy transforming it to a new comfortable home.)