It is storybook time. Long dark afternoons and nights in front of the fire. Wrapped in a quilt, spicy tea or hot chocolate, the first gingerbread bookies, I mean cookies....... Bringing a storybook basket out to the small storybook house. Taken away to a fairytale world by winged words.
Merisi's comments a few days ago sent me around inside The House in the Woods, searching for old time favorites. More Alf Prøysen and Astrid Lindgren, a treasured Else Bescow, memories from thousands of nights reading for the children.
I have collected children's books all my life, and had my best moments when I could read aloud for the kids. I still read for Marta from time to time, Narnia, 1001 Nights, H.C.Andersen, Maria Gripe, Jostein Gaarder......and she has started to read aloud for me. When she put her foot down to yet another advent with The Christmas Mystery, she instead wanted to read a Ole Lund Kierkegaard for me, so now I am the one to fly on Marta's words.
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Handwritten letters instead of emails, books instead of television! What an oldfashioned woman, you might think :-) Well, I probably am. Some years ago Ingrid felt that my way of bringing her up was so out of fashioned. None of the modern furniture from her friend's house would find their way to The House in the Woods. She wanted something modern, fasionable! One day she looked at me, almost in tears, and bursted out: "Mom, you are so old fashioned. Some days I wonder if you were born before God!"
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Tonight I will draw a name for the giveaway. I wish I was a magician, then I could draw you all.
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Photos: yesterday in our snowy garden
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