Do you remember Tingstuo? The tiny little thrift store in the little valley, and the village with only 17 residents? Tingstuo was open yesterday, and I went there with a little bag of goodies for the store, a bag of bric a brac accessories from a day of clearing out the loads I have at home.
Synøve, the owner of Tingstuo, sat down to look through the "chocolates" . It is some time since I did this clearing, I had forgotten what I had put in the bag.
Looking at it now, I almost wanted to buy a few piece back. "Oh no, how could I give away this? " "Oh my! Isn´t this piece beautiful?" Ha, I restrained myself, rose and did some treasure hunting among Synøve´s collections.
When I drove back to the cabin a little later, I was humming, smiling. In the back seat my bag was filled with a blue mix and match cup and saucer, a green wine glass, a tiny little green vase and a garden book from 1933.
Last night Terje and I celebrated pinsaften, Pentecost Night. As our tradition is we wanted to have a fire, a remembrance of The Holy Spirit. But as nature here is exeptionally dry and we don´t want a wildfire, our pinsaftens bål had to be in the bbq grill :-)