SPRING, WINTER, SPRING

Many sunny days, afternoon coffee breaks on balcony reading and sunbathing. A pile of newspapers to read through. A circus show that gave shivers and many wide smiles. A little bit of winter returns with a snowstorm, then the spring with a blue sky again. Bicycling all around.

Smiles that appeared on my table.

Sunny greetings, good morning!

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Huomenta! Hyvää suomen kielen päivää!

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!

THUNDER MELODIES

Bicycling with adventure books in a bag. Small meadows of wild strawberries on the way to swim. Thunder melodies continue. Picnics continue. Radio on for the sea forecasts, continuous melodies of different wind speeds.


In the newest Kuvittaja-magazine (by The Association of Finnish Illustrators), Apple Blossom Meadow featured in an article about an exhibition of forest illustrations that is probably taking place now somewhere in Estonia.


Happy August dear all of you!

CHOCOLATE DELIVERY SYSTEM

A little while ago I was dreaming of a company that would deliver daily amounts of chocolate right to a doorstep. Just a daily amount as it seems that chocolate is something that is just vanishing. Yesterday it became true for a moment. Thank you dear L! Opening a parcel like that is almost like traveling to another country. Feeling of different kind of paper, text and taste. And something handmade, so precious.

On a holiday is also the mother in these illustrations that I painted for Kaksplus magazine (1/2012). An article about having free with and without children.

Under Ice available now as a limited edition print.

Thank you to all of you for your kind words in comments and emails. Sending you some gentle snowflakes from behind my windows.

Winter hearts.

FORECASTING PINK BRANCHES

Spring comes when branches start to turn red in their bark, says my grandmother. Maybe this is a bit of cheating, but I walked with these branches home yesterday in -14°C in a new layer of snow.

Thank you kindly for telling me about the places you miss! They gave me a lot of new images in my mind. They are now places to dream about.

How will your weekend be? Have a cherry scented one!