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Cabin time.
I filled a basket with goodies from the garden before we left,
and now I enjoy making green dinners.
Garlic, onion, thai cucumber and chili were added to the kale soup.
We ate with a view, and if it is true that the way to the man´s heart goes though his stomach, my husband loves me dearly <3
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A pair of hands.
Two hands which have lived and loved for more than 60 years.
I often find myself looking at these hands, reflecting on how much I love them.
Wrinkled. A few brown spots. Tanned by sun and wind. Often dirt under the nails, but never for long.
These two hands are there for me whenever I need them.
just as they are for our kids and our grandson.
Every night one of the hands find my cheek.
A loving stroke.
A good night.
I love the two hands.
And I love the man who wears them, uses them.
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More Paris tales have to wait. We are back home, I can´t figure out how to use dropbox on the new computer, and we are superbusy with family celebrations this weekend.
Today is my parents´diamond anniversary, 60 years of marriage. We will celebrate it on Saturday with four generations. Today is also the engagement anniversary for me and Terje. 38 years. In between unpacking from the Paris days and preparing for the house to fill with family house guests, Terje and I sat down in the sunny garden with a cup of coffee. Macaroons from Paris. The best china, inherited from my parents in law.
Love. The air of daily life.
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Why crowd in the hot streets of central Paris when there are so many lovely parks and outdoor areas. Terje and I had sent the youngsters into town shopping while we planned to spend the morning in Bois the Boulogne, a park on the western side of Paris, its size about two and a half the area of Central Park in New York.
"Oh look! A lake. Will you take me rowing?" A looked at Terje. He looked out over the lake, up at the burning sky, into my eyes, and smiled: "Sure!"
Not much later we were out on the lake.
Somewhere in the middle of Paris.......almost,
still just the two of us completely alone.
Well, almost alone.
This is my forth visit to Paris.
Every time I come I find something now, something I had no idea about.
Of course I do. Paris is huge.
I can continue to come back, again, and again, and again, and again....... and Paris will continue to surprise me, to seduce me.
Hopefully I can keep on bringing my own oarsman.
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It is Øystein´s 33rd birthday today. He and his girlfriend Silje invited to a family party. Their apartment is just a tiny one, so we were invited to "The House in the Woods", which meant that Terje and I cam directly to the party from the cabin. After dinner Øystein went down into the basement to find old photo albums, he wanted to show Silje glimpses from his childhood. And of course we all ended up flipping through the albums, looking at photos, sharing old family tales.
When I found this portrait of Terje and I, I knew I had to share :-)
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He has done it before, and now he did it agaoin - giving me an opera weekend for a Christmas present. I was to decide where and when and which opera, well, actually we decided it together. This weekend in Kristiansund, a small town not far from our cabin. They have an opera festival every year in February, and we bought tickets for The Pearl Fishers by Georges Bizet.
Last February we came here to see and listen to The Magic Flute. We were comåpletely amazed then, and were so again this time. A small village, the choir and the orchestra amateurs, only the main roles are sung/danced by professionals. Together they create magic.
I wanted the night to go on and on and on and ona and.........
.......which it did not do of course.
Terje had more up in his sleves though.
After the opera we walked down to the harbours, where a gourmet meal waited.
With local fish as the main course.
I love unwrapping my Christmas gift in February.
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He has made preparations for several days. Reading the recipe, making a shopping list, grocery shopping and then last night, late, after we came home from the theatre, making the batter.
Then today, home from work, eating dinner, having a nap.......and finally he was ready.
To bake kakemenn or white cookies as they are called also. We never baked these cookies in my childhood home, but for Terje they are The cakes of Christmas. Every year as long as we have been married, he has made them. First the baking, then the decorations. Red and green food colour, the back side of a match and suddenly the men and women got eyes and mouths, the hearts got a border, the pigs curly tails.
I managed to take photos of the cookies once they were out of the oven. My next plan was to photograph Terje´s hands (the hands I love so much) decorating. But he was too fast for me. I was up in my studio writing Christmas letters, and when I came down he was already finished, the cookies in tins and safe down in the cold room in the basement.
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Cabin life always means outdoor life, hiking, spending as much time as possible outside. When we arrived on Friday it was raining. Saturday was a rainy day. Sunday morning I woke to this nice sound of rain drumming on the roof. But fortunately, after breakfast it stopped, almost, and I did not hesitate. I filled a thermos with coffee, I found a few pastries in the freezer, two bananas, and packed a backpack. Then told Terje: w"We are ready!" "Ready for what?" He asked. "Oh, stupid! A hike, of course." And off we went.
The fields, the forest, the marshes, it is so wet everywhere, we did not quite know where to go. But then I had the solution. In the nature reserve, a bit up from the village, you can walk along the old cart tracks, and they would be almost dry I guessed. The charm up there is amazing. Because of the strickt nature reserve rules, the forest is old. When a tree dies it is left where it fell, and due to this, a lot of rare species grows. Species you find nowhere else.
I had my camera of course, and will you believe me - there, a little up from the tracks, I found The Green Man. And not any green man, but The One. The most handsome, charming, magic one you can inagine. My fairytale dream.
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We have the most perfect agreement when it comes to diving work between us at the cabin. Take water for example. When we need water, Terje is the one to walk to the well, fill the two buckets and carry them back to the cabin. When I am here alone, I can do the water job, but when both of us are here! No way! That´s Terje´s job.
It is the same with cooking. Terje can prepare dinner and all other meals, of course he can. But when we are here together! Well, I am the chef. The cook. The baker. The maid.
Chopping woods though. Yes, you got it. That´s Terje´s job.
When I am here alone, I never ever think about it. And I don´t have to. We have enough logs ready for a million years.
"What about baking?" you ask. Sure, I can tell you. Baking is my job. And after we installed electricity and have a tiny little freezer on top of the fridge, I can serve fresh pastries whenever.
Except today. Friends came on a surprise visit after breakfast, and the freezer was empty. Completely empty. We had enough logs to make it hotter than Sahara. But no patries to serve our guests.
Shame on me!
As soon as they left, I drove to the grocery store to buy yeast,
and now the freezer is filled again.
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