We have an old well in the forest where we get water for our life at the cabin. Last time we came here Terje discovered two holes in the old, rusty currugated iron roof. A drinkwater well needs to be safely covered, so after speaking to the farmer, my second cousin, who owns the land and the well, it was decided that Terje would get new tin plates to cover the well. "Just say at the shop that I will pay for it" my cousin said. I love this simple country life, where people can trust each other.
This morning we got new plates. Six of them.
Terje carries them up the steep him from the car to the well, and covers the old, rusty ones.
Though my arms are no good at carrying, I am there with my camera, taking photos for our cabin blog. While I am up there I start to look around, and all of a sudden my head, my heart is filled with plans for coming "hikes" and picnics with our grandson.
I am sure this old, fairytale, moss grown forest will be a dream next summer for Leander. And for more summers to come.
Only a few steps from the cabin, yet qjuite another life. A place to explore, a place to find unknown animals, a place to sit down and share adventurous tales.
Wait a minute. I don´t need to wait for next summer, do I? I can go exploring all by myself. I don´t even need to find the child in me. A middle aged silver haired woman can do it perfectly well. All by herself.