WEEKEND GREETINGS

Old sheets ripped to strips. Trousers, shirts, all white. Already with holes, grandmother sewed them. Jute thread and cotton jersey. Grandmother´s loom is built at home, mother starts to weave carpets for my home. Home here and there, everywhere I visited. But mostly there by the fire and forests.

Afternoon walk to the still sleeping summerhouse. Snow up to knees, sun peeking while setting down. Train brought back to the town for a painting weekend. Still a few stretches before mixing the first colors of the spring.

Thoughts of golden beams to your weekend.

GREETINGS, A BOAT

Dear Monday,

At home, the secret message is scribbled with a very secret language by my brother´s handwriting. Boat, games, hamburger, Greetings: Boat. Turquoise slipper friends met other childhood friends. White snow reflected the light of a full moon at midnight, and the yard birch tree crossed the whole yard with its shadow. The next day a wolf was seen on our fields. Just that the wolf turned to become a dog with a closer look. Birds, they flew around an oak tree catching a seed or three and enjoying them on branches of bare neighboring birch trees. Not cross-country skiing yet, but hopefully soon.

Just a moment ago, I have emailed to the ones receiving some winter postcards (or made a comment on your blog if you did not leave your email address): Tanja, Carolina, Sarah, Heather, Susan, Darcy, Rotaeffchenundich, Pamela, Yelena B., Barbara B., Polly, Gise, Alexa, Millie and Jennifer. Hopefully you will like the cards!

White snow blanket covering all around. Busy hands painting and packing, new tea is soon brewed.

Have a warm week!