DINNER PICNIC BY SUMMER LAKE

A windy Sunday dinner picnic by the other big lake of this city. Cucumber-melissa-salad, couscous with red lentils, peas and tomatoes seasoned with lovage. Strawberry juice and a chocolate cookie.


A small interview about my work in the latest Frankie Magazine, issue 48. Featuring Winter Sea, Apple Blossom Meadow, Snowhouse and Tree House -paintings. Available as prints in my small shop.


"We still have two hours to spend together!" 
"We can do anything that we want to!" 
A little happy conversation of two little girls in the shop by the ice cream containers on the way home. Two hours is indeed enough for pretty much anything.


Gentle summer rain caressing the landscape after a sunny day. Sunday for old Finnish music. Sunday for summer tunes.


Have a sweet beginning for the new week!




Edit: Work of mine earlier in Frankie Magazine here.

SUNSET, SUNRISE ON MIDSUMMER NIGHT

With music and friends watching sunset by a lake on Midsummer's night. Small garden ferry floating with a bonfire on the lake. Guitars, ukuleles playing. Singing. 


Bicycling up the hills and down again. On the other side of the city, by another lake with a small lighthouse, watching the sun rising again.


Seven flowers of last year. Bonfire last year.


Sunday for listening to the rain by a third lake, the small one behind my windows. Two swans are my new neighbors.


Have a good last week of June, filled with fresh tastes and sun kissed cheeks!

THANK YOU TO POSTMAN

Stretching while a green layer of turquoise watercolor is drying.

"Thank you to postman!", wrote dear L. to that letter. With a photo by Pyhäjärvi lake while she was here, sent from St. Petersburg. (It is a good addition to my rowing boat collection.) We had glasses of good cold apple lemonade when the weather was still very warm, a promenade and talks about bicycling in a city, of radio programs and libraries.

Evening sun, coloring the sky to a drama. Towers of this city grow twice in height on a specific calmness of the lake. While I keep on solving mysteries on pages of a book.

Thank you to all, so much, who have ordered the Tree House print, or any other, or asked about original paintings or bought them. Everything will be packed and shipped during the next week!

Good-bye summer, was a pleasure to have you here so warm and so sunny. Welcome autumn of yellow, orange, red and violet. I have missed you with the wind, fresh air and sounds of raindrops. Please keep us gently in your arms.

P.s. The postman usually comes very late, irregularly, on Fridays very early. Has long hair and writes nice notes if the letter or parcel does not fit into the mailbox. With a bright blue pen. Obviously against his hand as the note is always wrinkled. Has the same name of one of my dearest friends.

A CROW SITTING ON THEIR SHOULDERS

Surprised by someone from childhood. An old neighbor of a neighbor of a neighbor of a neighbor said hello on Friday. I did not recognize him, but he recognized me. To think about it, I probably look exactly the same as 15-20 years ago. They were three boys and one girl, a crippled crow was their pet, we raced bikes on the sandy roads and ate tens of cinnamon buns as our parents were talking about things in our small village. Days were always sunny.

Reading by the lake of Pyhäjärvi, yesterday being surprised by another friend by accident. Unplanned tea in the arboretum, bicycling under clouds, eating in a house where leaves covered one of the high walls outdoors.

An allotment house for rainy seasons. An end of summer bracelet of clovers and other grass plants tied under a birch tree on another Sunday.

More clothes to be wrapped inside for todays tea under the windy birch tree, accompanied with knitting needles and sketch book.

Have a warm Sunday dear all of you!