BEHIND THE SEA

On Friday evening the blackbirds were singing. On Saturday it was sunny. On Sunday it snowed. Behind our windows, someone was sewing a dress.

The pink and the rose curtains. The slowly waving shadows of trees. Friends ♥

The saltiness of the sea, the comfort of the sound of round pebbles.

Those little moments when you just listen and watch and see the history around.

The people, their houses and the fences. Their mail and the ones who would like to read it too.

Waking up in the sounds of snow, making the city so silent. Pancakes for breakfast.

Some familiar patterns.

On the way to a museum, the best pink and yellow art is seen.

Out from the museum, the best lime green art is seen.

Friends ♥

Behind the sea I feel always so well.

Have a beautiful March!

(Last photo by Paula.)

SOMEONE SWEET (AND FURRY)

During the weekend a small visitor took care of me. He took me around the lake, every step in yellow leaves. We barked to the small and waved tails to the big ones crossing our paths.

This autumn is the same time very busy and very slow. A lot is happening, the same time there are moments to breath deeply while napping. The town seems to be like that too when its inhabitants collect things and prepare everything for winter. Still no snow clouds in sight. Many candle lights.

Do you owe something to someone? I do. A hug to a friend. Who sent me tea from Iceland.

To you all, hearts.

FEATHER ISLANDS, LAND OF DREAMS

Is it a tail of a lion which colors all these mornings golden? As quickly as it comes just after the sun reaches above the tree tops, as quickly it also turns to a more colder and brighter color. Just moments. All those yellow polka dots in the trees I would like to protect from the asphalt and a rake with a piece of tape. To make them hang and sway through the winter.

The article that I illustrated tells about sleeping and good dreams. "Sleeping is not about being lazy, but a responsibility." Enough, but not too much while being in the feather islands.

Michael and Neil sent me a wonderful postcard, an original painting by them. Thank you so much!

Lunchtime. Clinking and clanking while a parsnip soup boils,

Anna Emilia

P.s. Edit: The first image was forgotten.

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.)