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.)

COLOR YELLOW, TUESDAY ADVENTURES

It is the sound of water and the color changes of it that I miss during winters when everything is frozen. A rainbow, or a small sector of it, was seen before sunset on Friday above all the snow.

These photos are from Iceland from the years 2004 and 2005. The weekend and its smiling faces made me to travel back to the treasure island Iceland in my thoughts while listening stories from other places, from other views, from other adventurers. I think that the girl in these pictures is a bit smaller than the girl behind the keyboard, but the adventurer has been always the same. And the anticipator of the spring.

The yellow scarf was crocheted while waiting for the spring. The jacket was sewn during one weekend while being sure that the spring was already knocking on the door. Knocking on the door were also two of my traveler brothers from India and Germany when they always surprised me by calling that they will be behind my door in an hour or so. So they were and we had long walks to a mountain with a small waterfall or by the sea on black sand beach. The next mornings they always visited at my work in the kindergarten and the children were happy to have new horses to play with.

Morning break greetings with color green and yellow to your Tuesday.

WALKING IN SOUNDS

These are the places I dream about today. A waterfall joining a river and running down to the sea, babbling on its way. Wind very gentle. Secret huts and a small bridge. Caressed by round mountains around and a hint of snow to make everything fresh. Afternoon nap in Meadow buttercups.

Here sunset has arrived, snow melts quicker every moment, a rabbit eats seeds by an oak in the safety of the arrived darkness, sauna is warming up and tummy is filled with berries, fruits and tea. Have a good long weekend!

(The last picture taken by Heikki.)