Rain showers were playing a kind of game over the city and the countryside. Teasing the sun. I had the day off and had planned a hike. But in this weather? A comfortable armchair with a stack of books, a cup of tea, my Mac toy were tempting me.
But then, didn´t I just respond to one of yours comment the other day......I will try to be out every day this winter, no matter the weather.....
I looked out the window again. More rain then sun, autumn leaves blowing like snowflakes.
Reluctant I walked down the stairs to the basement to get my backpack, reluctantly I made coffee, cut a couple of slices of homemade bread, added butter and brown cheese. Found a chocolate and put it into the backpack with the coffee and the bread. Changed clothes. Put my cellphone and my small camera in the pockets of my coat. And out I went.
As I opened the front door the rain stopped. When I returned home a couple of hours later I was greeted by a hailstorm.
In between had been dry, a fresh wind, even some sun.
I love to be out in all kinds of weather. Especially when the sun shines :-)
Up in the hills behind The House in the Woods, there is a small, secret pond. I pass it on my walk, and stop to listen to its tales.
The tales are many. The old frog seeking for his crown. The lost deer. The curios rabbit who got stuck in the old boot. Ten little mice. The powder which.
Yes, the Powder Which, a little scary, charming figure from a series of Norwegian children´s books. On my walk I meet a group of kindergarten children. One of them has a røyksopp (a smoking fungus?), he come running towards me, telling me that he will use the fungus to scare away the powder which. "Oh, but why do you have to scare her away? I like the powder which." "No, no, I don´t like her, she is scary, but I am stronger, more scary. I know she will be afraid of me"
Fairytales, folk tales, children´s litterature, rhymes and riddles. A huge forest to play in. To be strong in. To chase away evil.
I am back to my little secret, hidden pond. Naming it. The Papertale Pond.
There is a dragon in my life I need to chase away. Up comes my notebook and a paper tale finds its words.
I don´t know if there already is a known word. I am inventing the word and I am challenging you to make a papertale. To seek out a dragon, a monster in your life. Or may be a powder which. Make a papertale, a røyksopp and use it as a weapon to strengthen yourself.
My papertale today is about the little girl who struggles to get her kite out of the pond. It is stuck among the waterlilies and will not fly anymore. Nettles growing along the pond become her weapons. But will the kite fly?
I stopped at the marketplace on my way home from work yesterday. All summer you find vendors selling fruits, vegetables and berries there. Yesterday there were also small baskets of fungis among the berries, I was tempted and bought one with chanterelles.....to make a starter for our late Friday night cabin dinner.
I was dreaming about our dinner while we drove out here, and wondered if I was still dreaming when we were met by a carpet of chanterelles along the steep path from where we park our car up to the cabin.
We had our chanterelle starter last night, and we've had a chanterelle lunch today. Still the forest is full. I plan to bring a full basket home tomorrow, fry the chanterelles in butter and olive oil, add salt and pepper.........and fill the freezer.
Long winter meals, get yourself ready!
Being a duck or a human........shared meals are the best.
We have been searching for them for days. On the highest mountains, into the deepest forest, along the wildest waterfalls. In wain.
Untill today. Terje and I took a cable tram up the mountain of Fløyen in Bergen, and hiked down again. Which turned out to be quite an experience.
The hike started out safely enough. Hand in hand we enjoyed the day, the nature, each other......when all of a sudden we were surrounded.....by trolls!
Oh my. Oh my. Oh my.
We tried to stay cool. We tried to keep on holding hands. To no use.
Terje was caught.
And there was no way I could get hime back unless I......
......kissed the troll.
By the way, on our way we discovered that trolls eat not only blueberries and TWBH. They also eat rock fish!
TWBH! Seriously, you don't know what TWBH means?????
The World's Best Husband!
One more story before I stop. "Stolen" from a friend's facebook page:
A wife asked her husband to describe her. He said, " You're A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J & K." She asked, "What does that mean?" He answered, " Adorable, Beautiful, Cute, Delightful, Elegant, Fantastic, Gorgeous, Hot."She said, " Oh, that's so lovely darling, but what about I, J & K?" He smiled, "I'm Just Kidding!!!"
"Let's go skiing together tomorrow" I said. Words which made Terje happy, and sent him right down in the basement to prepare my cross country skis. Next morning I was up early, I wanted to do it all properly, and started the day with malking boller (sweet pastries), and hot chocolate to bring in our backpack.
The days are so short now, but during the few hours we have with the sun, the light from the low, low sun is remarkable.
As the name tells, the House in the Woods is situated right at the edge of the forest. We walk up the road about 200 meters, and then the ski tracks start. Mile after mile of lovely nature, free to use whenever we want
Norwegians are born with skis on their feet. So was I, and I started to use them almost before I could walk. The last years I have used them too seldom though, and yesterday I realised I am not anymore as tuff, as brave as I used to be. A 50+ body is getting stiff, and I felt unsure, almost afraid when we met the steep hills. "Well, I can always take my skis off and carry them down" I told Terje. But I never did, and felt so proud of myself. Practice makes the master.
Terje is out skiing "all the time". He followed me and my speed though, but as soon as I said it was time for me to go home, I only saw his back, full speed further into the tracks. Well, he stopped long enough to give me the backpack to take home first :-)
By the way; the new Blue Café has opened, you can find my fresh boller there.
It is Sunday, and it is Father's Day here in Norway.
The weather is glorious, with this golden, low autumn sun which I love so deeply. After breakfast Terje and I packed a small backpack with a thermos of coffee and some biscuits and chocolate, put on our hiking boots and walked up to the hills behind the House in the Woods.
God is using a golden palette today. Colours which bring reflections and a quiet mind. Terje and I share words and we share silent. Sharing silent is a treasure.
We were out early, so we had the countryside almost for ourselves. The noise of the city was far, far away. From time to time we could hear a train, then the churchbells. Mostly it was silent.
Even the birds are quiet at this time of the year. Mostly.
The nights are cold now, and a small lake was completely frozen. Winter is just around the corner.
Every season, its own charm.
The countryside is just behind the House in the Woods. We can just put on our boots and start walking.
It is so good to be home, so good to walk through the days without any spesific plans. Yesterday was fied with rain showers, but during a break in the afternoon I did a walk in the forest behind The House in the Woods.
I looked around for the blueberries, remember we picked some at the cabin a week ago. But here they are not ripe yet.
I usually meet other hikers when I am out on my walks, dogs with their owners, runners, old and young couples enjoying nature and each other. But yesterday the forest was quiet. A good place for reflections.
The cloudberries were not ripe yet either, but I saw alot of them; this precious gold of the forest, the diamond among the berries.
Living close to the countryside means good opportunities for lovely walks.
When we bought The House in the Woods, in 2001 (actually on September 11th!, but how could we know.....) it was important for us to live close to the woods, the fields and paths of summer, the skitracks of winter. I could have prefered something closer to town, but my vote counted only as one against the rest. Øystein and Ingrid both did biathlon at that time, shooting and cross country skiing, Terje's love in life (well, except for his love for me and the kids ;-)) is cross country skiing. As soon as I saw The House in the Woods I had no doubt though, this was OUR home. A taxi driver drove me home from the airport a couple of weeks ago. When we finally arrived here he bursted out "oh, this must be the dream house" - and there is no way he said that because our house is huge, rich or sparkling. The House in the Woods has its own, simple charm, and people feel it.
Yesterday came up with the very positive side of living on the edge of the ski tracks. We can grab our skis and walk for 2-300meters and there are the tracks. The ski tracks used by Terje and his likes every day during the winter season, used by the ski elite for competitions and World Cups. This week-end there has been a World Cup in Nordic Skiing going on, and yesterday Terje, Marta and I packed our backpack, grabbed our skies and sunglasses and went out to watch Petter Northug and the others.
People of all ages were having fun outdoors. Close to where we sat down with our lunch, a group of students, a student's choir actually, had spent the night in a tent. They were busy preparing their breakfast, coffee, eggs and bacon, bread and orange juice, when we came, and when the skiers started to come they had a long singing reportoire for their cheering.
Terje made alot of noise with his bell, Marta and I cheered waving our flags.
It is another lovely day today, and I am tempted to go out for more skiing. But have decided to stay out in the snowfilled garden, with a book, my garden diary and my dreams of a coming spring.
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!