TREE HOUSE

Late evenings are dark already. Stars appear to shine in the ceiling of that black. Like friends, appearing after a long time. There have been good evenings sitting under their twinkle.

More layers to wear on those late evenings. Maybe this small Tree House could be a place to stay and gaze above. Through leaves and jasmine flowers the stars would wave. A custom painting which flew over The North Atlantic Ocean.

Oceans, what lies in their bottoms? Under-water mountains, like the longest mountain range. Maybe some messages in bottles. Dropped shoes and cameras. Homes of animals and plants that we won´t see. A lot to dream about with mystical colors. A lot to protect on our beautiful Earth.

Mellow weekend greetings to you, stay well.

P.s. Tree House is now available as a print for pre-order, here.

TEA FOR FIVE

Morning tea with stretching. The sun rising slowly. Colder air through windows, it really is August when the warmer moments have left for the night, but come later in the morning. The color green is accompanied with still shyly hiding yellow. Fruits in rowan trees are turning from yellow to brighter orange, to red. Rose hips too. Evening walks are slowly turned off to darker landscapes. Birds go to bed early.

Tea for Five, an illustration for Kinfolk magazine. Words by Catherine Searle Williams. Thank you everyone for having me. Thank you everyone who have come here through Kinfolk, and written to me.

Morning train is passing by somewhere far. The town is waking up slowly. Time for another cup.

Have a good Thursday.

FROM LAKE TO LAKE

From strawberry bushes to blueberry bushes. To raspberry bushes. Drying leaves for tea. Own onions, herbs. Freezer filled also with mushrooms. Always in between a morning or an evening swim. Small trips by boat or a kayak. A water bird diving under while paddling. This morning a rooster sang the morning melodies from the other side of the lake. Hello August!

P.s. Dear L, was so lovely to meet you & have that warm promenade. Hopefully soon again!

UNPLANNED WEDDING BOUQUET

Back in the town from the strawberry fields. Hot days with long bicycle rides. Drawing and painting in the sounds of thunder. In scent of mint and lavender. Last night, (after sitting in front of a fireplace with friends,) lightnings behind clouds turned them very bright pink. No sound. Reading in the balcony, waiting the rain. No rain, just lightnings in silence of the night. Sparrows.

Someone kind is getting married tomorrow in France. She gets an unplanned wedding bouquet, found next to another painting.

Blue skied weekend greetings!

P.s. Another wedding gift.

CLOUDS FROM ANOTHER MONTH

Soapwort fills the warm summer wind. It is a bit like jasmine, a small slice of soap and melted sugar together, its scent. Even though the fields are full of big strawberries here, nothing wins tiny wild strawberries in forests, growing on the sunniest spots. Riding a ferry over a lake to the other side, nothing could have been calmer than that lake yesterday.

Illustrations about siblings and their feelings towards each other to Kaksplus magazine (7/2011). It must not be always easy to be in the middle and look to both sides the same time.

It is July, but the clouds look more and more like August. Also the wind in birch, alder and maple tree leaves sounds more like full summer, not like in the beginning anymore. Closing eyes and imagining how the creature with that sound could look like. Huge but kind. Very kind.

Thank you for coming here.

Greetings from forest paths.

WIND BRINGS SWEET SCENTS

Breakfast, lunch, dinner, straight from fields and forests to mouth. Mushrooms, berries, fresh herbs.

Raindrops on the roof with dreams at nighttimes. Wind in leaves and hay. The sun glimmering on everything.

A dreamcatcher, inspired by beautiful Jenny, while waiting and playing with an eight-weeks-old puppy. He carried cones and liked my woolen socks. Thread that was used to tie mail together fifty years ago when it was delivered only to one house in this village.

Pink sunsets. Turning head for new fragile flower scents.

A MIRROR MIDDLE OF A FOREST

22 pm, after a hot day. A crane singing in the woods. A small duck swimming middle of the high grass. The forest pond is like a mirror.

Summer greetings from a night swimmer.