Britt-Arnhild's House in the Woods

The make-up I wear

Text and images Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland

 
I don't wear make-up. No mascara, no lipstick, no eye shadow, no perfume. Though I do use a deo, I love soaps and buy exclusive ones when I travel, I have an olive oil cream for dry skin........and come to think of it, some days I do wear make-up, on my right hand thumb and index finger.

 
We were out picking blueberries yesterday, Terje and I. In the hills right behind our backdoor. Two buckets, two berry pickers, a backpack with a thermos filled with coffee, a few cookies, a bar of chocolate.

 

It didn't take long to get perfectly blueberry stained fingers. Impossible to wash off, so today I wear make-up. On two fingers on my right hand.

 
Cloudberries on Saturday, blueberries on Sunday.......and Sunday night, while I enjoyed my greenhouse, Terje picked black currant in our garden and made a ton of marmelade.

What is next?

 

Harvest time. Sun. Countryside. Nature.

Perfect sanctuary.

 

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Today Terje and my parents will pick more blueberries. I haven't decided yet if I will go with them, or if I will sit outside my greenhouse to watch the tomatoes grow.

Blueberries.

Though we live in the third biggest city of Norway, Trondheim, we still live on the edge of the forest. I love this change between city life and country life, and use the forest and the countryside alot. I am working this coming week-end (with programs in connection with the St Olav Festival) so when Marta asked a few days ago if we could go searching for blueberries, I decided to take today off.

I went to a midnight mess in the cathedral last night, so I slept long this morning. But after a late breakfast I packed my backpack and we were ready for blueberry hunting :-). I had been out the night before to look for the berries and found that we rally didn't have to go long to find the perfect blue blueberry fields. And right up the hill we decided to start picking. And suddenly three hours had passed, our lunch was eaten, our buckets was filled and our fingers were all completely coloured by blueberry stain.

Marta loved it all, and now she is looking forward to Sunday. Then her dad has promised another visit to the same hill with empty buckets.