Not far from the cabin is a tiny little valley, with just a couple of handfullsof inhabitants. There used to be a secondhand store there, the owner becoming a very good friend. The store is closed now, but today, in the same building, the old schoolhouse, there was an open cafe and an art exhibition.
I love this little valley. In my dreams I have a little house there, with white laced curtains and red geraniums in the windows.
Terje and I went over to the old school house. We had coffee and homemade chocolate cakes. We met new people. We heard tales about the school house, from people who were pupils there 50 years ago.
"Where shall we go today?" This is the first question we ask ourselves in the morning. And with beautiful nature all around, it is never difficult to find an answer, or rather many answers. There are so many places we want to go. Yesterday we climbed a mountain (I plan to blog about it in Blåklokkeveien), so today we took quite another route, out to the sea.
We are now at the mouth of the Trondheim´s Fjord bay, an area which was important both for Norwegians and Germans during WWII. The Germans occupied the area for some time during the war, and it is now a kind of memorial, where you can learn more about what really happened.
Today everything is peaceful. And everything is blue. A perfect day for selfies.
Days like these are shining beads in my necklace of life.
Last Sunday I walked in The Royal Parks of London. Started in the Italien Garden, a gift from Albert to his beloved Victoria, walked along the lake watching the extensive bird life, stopped for tea at Lido. Continued up to Kensington Gardens, after a few hours at Victoria & Albert Museum. The weather was absolutely beautiful and I found myself walking a little envious - lucky Londoners with all their great parks.
Today I hiked our favorite mountain near our cabin, together with Terje, and all my envy blew away with the indian summer breeze.
YES! I made it!!!
We were followed all the way to the top by two eagles. They did not want to have their portraits taken though.
This deer was a little shy, and ran when I tried to get closer with my camera.
Mountains, blue sky, mild October temperatures, eagles, a deer and a husband who brought coffee, bread, eggs and chocolate cookies.
We took over the cabin at Easter 2000 (my parents had built it in 1976) and one of the first things I started to do was to make a garden. Very slowly in the beginning, a tiny little bed with a tiny little rose.
Already the first year I met the challenge.....how could I take care of a garden when we were away for weeks at a time during the hottest, dryest periods of the year.
Over the hears the garden has grown, a little piece of new land cultivated every year.
The cabin garden is simple, consisting of roses and herbs, and also one cherry tree, one plum tree and one red currant. A few strawberry plants, a forsythia shrub and a few perennials.
The birds love our cherries, our red currant and our strawberries. So far we´ve had no plums.
We love the birds and don´t mind them eating our berries.
Butterflies and bumblebees also love my garden, and we love them.
This year has been extra challenging for the garden. We´ve been away for weeks, and it did not rain for weeks.
All the roses have survived, but their flowers are tiny and few.
We are spending a few days at the cabin, and yesterday I spent a couple of hours weeding, watering, adding fertilizer, talking with the plants. And one thing I know for sure - as long as I am fit enough to weed, my cabin rose garden will survive!
The day is hot. Not Norwagian hot, more like South European hot. We are at the cabin which is situated on a hill, facing the sun, directly to the south. The heat and the sun makes it feel like an oven. And it make it feel like we are on vacation. Somewhere far, far away.
All I want to do is to sit in the shadow with a book, but we have some grocery shopping to do, and decide to go and have lunch near the sea on our way to the grocery store.
There a slight breeze is sprinkling over us while we enjoy the hot, spicy pepperoni pizza. One to share is enough on a day like this, and anyway, tonight we will do a bbq at the cabin.
Living in our part of the world means that you never know what the weather will be like.Days like this are rare gems. I collect them and make then into a necklace to use though the winter.
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 :-)
I think I have already told you that my mother has a favorite song, Hver dag er en sjelden gave, Every day is a precious gift. Every single night she plays it on her piano. She has passed the song forward to me, and though the day I find myself huming......hver dag er en sjelden gave, en skinnende mulighet.......
The song followed me yesterday, when Terje and I took our Sunday morning cabin hike. A small rucksack was packed with a thermos with coffee, a box with left over chocolates from Christmas, the sky was deep blue, the sea a mirror. An eagle was flying low, searching for his lunch, a man, one of the locals, stopped for a chat, a dog, a black one, looking precisely like a bear, decided he wanted to hike with us.
All texts and photos by Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland
I am living in a red house surrounded by a blue garden near Trondheim, Norway. I love everydays and post about my steps through life. Britt-Arnhild's House in the Woods is open to everybody. Welcome over!