THE SAME, SO DIFFERENT

It is a windy and a rainy morning, quite mild air. Melodies of drumming on window sills. Days are getting so short and when the clouds hug, they seem even shorter.

Lingering in a few weeks back when frosty air covered everything in glimmer. How the day was so pastel and when the night turned on its lights, the landscape became so huge. 

Two photos from the same place, same day. Oh how small we are and how beautiful our planet Earth is.

Star shines and fresh winds!


(The second photo is taken by my brother.) 

STILL BLOOMING

Summer continues to bloom on my balcony.

Happy weekend!

SOUNDS OF WATER

A little spring trip. Seven years and I haven´t been there. Oh, so beautiful it still was. The sounds of water in its all forms. So much sun, so strong wind, so warm sunshine (hello new freckles!), so perfect when swimming in hot turquoise water while it gently snows. The beautiful language that rolls nicely in mouth, makes to smile.

A second home, so much missed.

And now, it is finally starting to look a bit more green here. Today a small herb garden was planted to the balcony, still thinking of ice, ocean ship travels, mountain tops. 

How are you and the season around you?

Sunset bird songs.

(Some photos also at Instagram.)

BEFORE THE GREEN

The coldness of the first spring swim, the warmth of the first spring summerhouse sauna. Before the green arrives, the colours of yellows and browns are so warm. When the snow really did not arrive, the whiteness of birch trees has been even more dear.

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Yesterday the warmest day with short sleeves and small train trips. The setting sun behind balcony windows with fully blooming grape hyacinth scents.

Have a beautiful week!

BLACKBIRDS, INSTAGRAM

Sunny evening walks in the most wildest bird concerts. Blackbirds, they do sing the perfect spring melodies. Washing laundry after weekend visitors, testing and checking coming duvet cover designs with more singing blackbirds.

You can find me now also on Instagram.

Sunny afternoon, a few exhibitions in town, tea outside, more friends.

Tickling and warming sun rays!

ARCTIC THYME, ICE SCRIBBLES

Flora memories of the Arctic from some years back and the melting ice scribbles from a week ago. On Saturday two swans swimming in open water behind windows.

Coffee cups in sunshine with friends, music and bicycling. Piles of unread newspapers forecast more sunny days ahead.

Welcome spring, though the winter can´t really leave us as she never completely came. 

Happy last day of March!

MEADOW DREAMS

Hello,

What is inspiring you this spring?

For me it is the light that is reaching to every corner and tickling cheeks and wrapping its arms around the furthest of spots. The first afternoon nap in the balcony. The evenings when blackbirds sing in a nearby tree. The wind, even though it blows all the street dust and sand to eyes. Bicycling and the sunset reflection on frozen lakes. Reading about far-away places, checking maps of those places and plans about visiting those same far-away places. The phone calls and little messages. Knocks on the door. Taste of freshly baked bread. The truth that the wind will still turn. Most probably already this weekend. Maybe better not to store away all the winter clothes just yet. 

Waking up with the sun.

Tamah duvet sheet and pillow case designs of my In Meadow painting available at La Redoute. Meadow dreams of sunshine tickling your nose. In Meadow available also as a print.

Soft dreams of early spring!

GOLDEN, SILVER

Everything has been golden lately. Raking yellow leaves at the summerhouse.

Night storm and sound of waves rising the stones. Morning so calm, like mirror the lake. Hello clouds!

Scent of fire and chimneys with smoke. Squirrel on the roof. Swans in the sky and swimming in the lake.

Frost layers. Swimming under a starry sky in the evening. Running back to the warmth of sauna.

Patchwork of trees.

In different patterns. 

Ant paths, pulling frozen mushrooms from soft moss pillows.

Gold on silver layer.

Bagfuls of gold.

Today everything turned to silver. Floating gentle snow. Then real snowing. A light cover of snow here and there. 

Hello winter!

SUMMER CONTINUED

Little travels with dear friends in the North Sea. Sunny, golden sparkles everywhere. Underwater carpets with gentle waves.

Peeking welcomers, white peaks.

Jules, a rescue seal welcoming on the shore. Almost as relaxed as a bit Northern cousin.

A bird island, a lighthouse island. A sunny island. A bunny island.

Golden towers, warm sea breaths.

Miniature forests.

And how it would look like when the sun sets and the storm starts. Fog signals on each end of the island.

Two lighthouses blinking. Messages through storms and darkness.

Still summer, though most of the birds had gone. A few swimmers, shags. A few swallows. Mostly silent.

Meadow island. Sea scents.

And a fresh water loch with a view. Golden glimmering everywhere.

Today the autumn arrived. Soft long sleeves, pitch black starry skies. Swimming in a lake watching the Milky Way. Happy September!

SUMMER PATHS

Wild strawberries and strawberries from the fields of my parents.

Ferry rides and curvy forest roads. After a summer storm checking if the tall trees survived.

Warm glimmering waters inside those tall trees.

Warm and sweet, pine scents and first blueberries. The scent of lake water. Could stay in the water until evening.

Birch trees. Last night, Patti Smith told in her concert here, a story how birch trees are girls that danced so long that they turned to birch trees. Dancing forests.

Shadows on silver meadows.

Sunset.

Ninety years old sauna. The cosiest one. Watching as shadows grow taller. A few steps behind to pick a few handfuls of strawberries.

Strawberry fields forever.