Britt-Arnhild's House in the Woods

Thank you

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Thank you so much for all your prayers and thoughts.
The funeral day was a blessing. So many people. So many flowers. So many words. All in my father's spirit.

The funeral was on Friday. Yesterday we gathered in our house, 25 of us and continued with memories, tears, laughter, tales, music and food. 

Such deep blessing in a big, caring family.

Today I had a long hike in the forest. A perfect way to look back and dwell on all the memories from the last couple of weeks. And to enjoy the sun, the birds and the very first signs of spring.

 

Back home the sun had made the greenhouse warm enough to sit it, with a cup of tea and some reading. Enjoying the very first (greenhouse) snowdrops.

 

 

The love of everything growing

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Yesterday I wrote about my dad's love of nature. I am sure he had inherited it from his mother, my grandma Ragna Josefine, and lucky me, I have got it from the both. Still deep winter here, and very beautiful and very cold. I walked out to the greenhouse this morning to check a small basket of snowdrops I have there, And yes, then are stubborn, and manage the frost quite well.

The sun is climbing higher and higher every day now, and for a short time during the middle of the day she manage to give the greenhouse a tiny feeling of warmth. Well, at least not frost.

I can't wait to have my morning tea in there yet again.

Life feels good when I can walk out my front door and into this  winter wonderland.

 

 

 

Inspired by my fathers joy of life

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My father was a great lover of nature. Even as a little boy he knew the birds from their singing, the names of the wildflowers when he saw them. I have inherited this love, and now, after the passing of dad, I want to honour him with a very special knitted blanket. In the above picture you can see the very first beginning . Knitted squares, and soon I will start embroidering flowers, one species on every square.

Back in 2012 dad gave me the poems he had written during his long life, asking me to have them published in a book, with photos shot by me. I did what he asked me of course. The result is the book you see in the above picture.

As you saw in yesterday's post, we still have deep winter here. As soon as spring comes, I will start the embroidering. And I plan to keep ups updated.

 

 

When still in my nightgown

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I was still in my nightgown this morning when I looked out to this amazing light, these amazing colours. No time for dressing, I grabben my camera, threw a cardigan over my shoulders, put in a pair of snow boots and walk outing the garden. Just like Junibacken´s Madicken, the little girl created by Astrid Lindgren, the story set some time around WWII

Here is the cherry tree, with the big rhododendron to the left and the raspberries to the right. I am usually counting days till spring, but not today. Today I praise winter.

Thank you so much dear friends and followers for your nice comments on yesterday's post.

 

Dear Dad, Goodbye

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Five days ago, on the 12th of February, three days before his 92nd birthday, my dear father passed away. The funeral will be on the coming Friday, the 21st of February.

Back on Tenerife

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We are back on the Canary Island Tenerife.
For two weeks.

 

I might blog. I might now.

Time will show.

 

 

A Norwegian Snow Day

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I woke up during the night, and when I looked out through the window, everything was covered in snow.

A few hours later we sat down for breakfast and heard in the news that no buses were running, the police warned us to go out driving. 

Well, my mother had a hospital appointment for X-rays, so we simply had to go out.

 

Good luck for us, Terje is a great driver, everything went well.

A snow day in Norway can stop things for an hour or two, never for a whole day.

 

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Tomorrow more snow is predicted.
A lot more.

 

A Sacred Place

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Some days there are people in your life who need extra prayers.

What a blessing then to have an open church downtown where you can go in, lit a candle, be silent, say your prayers.

 

Vår Frue kirke. Our Ladys church.