SOUTH SPRING POSTCARDS I

White Storks nesting, apple trees blooming. Girls and boys bringing their songs and dances from house to house. Lighthouse trips. Sunshine and warmth. Curvy village roads. Curvy hill roads. Neighbours that give fresh spring onions and salads from their gardens. Bird songs, sheep, cows. Goats that leave early in the morning and come back late in the evening. Shepherds. Dogs barking. White Storks talking to each others, the neighbours told that the eggs have hatched already. The sparrows that live in the stork nest too and their little songs.

Suntanned, back home in the Northern spring from the Southern spring. 

Have sweet last days of April.

F-MINOR

Melodies of the rain and wind. Seagull songs on the small home lake. First peeks of the colour green. Sand storm on the spring streets, workers cleaning hard the sand and gravel away. Two painting tables. Umbrella walks and rubber boots.

Packing a little suitcase and going for a little spring trip.

Beautiful, unusual views from my old hometown.

Studio Krishka made a small interview with me.

Calming music for your weekend.

Be well! 

♥

NUMBERS: THREE, MELODY OF THE RAIN

The spring rain arrived. The frozen lake became a huge mirror with a layer of water on the ice. Little streams here and there, puddles. First snowdrops. 

On Friday my small company turned three years old. Thank you everyone for your words, commissions, orders, greetings. The third year brought so many new ideas, lovely people, exhibitions, so kind words. A humble curtsey! Numbers: Two and Numbers: One. 

Sunday, radio plays mellow songs and rattles once in a while in the middle. The eagerness of springtime and all the plants to arrive one by one.

Have a sweet start for the new week!

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!

SKIING PATHS

Around fields and through forests. On a frozen lake. The place where the first Coltsfoot would appear. Someone who had send pine seeds by wind to the skiing path. Someone who had done other kind of paths by jumping. Over little hills and down again.

A little weekend trip by train to the East with blue sky.

Today on my way back home, a blackbird was singing in a forest.

Happy April, happy spring!

TIPTOEING

The spring is on its tiptoes. Full moon. Ice crackling under steps. The city filled with daffodils.

Castles, knights, towers, a forest dressing room and more tiptoeing for a brochure for the magical ballet Raymonda in a huge opera house Teatro alla Scala in Milano. 

Did you ever dance ballet? For a while I was a little ballerina in a sea turquoise dress. Still when I can smell one specific soap, my ballet teacher comes to my mind and my posture gets a little bit straighter. Her red long hair while dancing, were wild.

Blue-skied greetings!

NORTHERN LIGHTS

Last night, after sauna, wrapping back to warm woollen clothes. Outside wild bright green fires were dancing on the night sky. The Northern Lights. Revontulet, fires of the fox. Old beliefs say that a fox is wiping the snow with its tail in the sky.

Monday, mánudagur, Moon Day. Beautiful sunny days. Beautiful Moonlit nights.

Have a sweet calm new week!


(The second and third photos are crops of photos by S. in Iceland a long time ago.)