Creation met me with one of her wonders. Heavy snow filled most of the day and when Terje, Marta and Øystein walked over to Granåsen to watch World Cup in Biathlon, I decided to stay at home. The first part of the week-end had been busy and I wanted the silence. the solitude. I need silence, need solitude, and never get much of it, though over the years I have become pretty good in finding it in the middle of crowds of bursting life - airports, on the bus, walking.
My daily garden walk is a challenge during the winter months. Too much snow everywhere. When I was out feeding the birds yesterday, I was met by nature's wonder. Sheltered in a bed halfway under the carport, which keeps snow away, the ice is melting, and out of the ice a flower grew.
The Norwegian name of this flower is "stepmother". The story behind the name - a purple woman is sitting with her two purple daughters and her two white stepdaughters around the table. Placed om the table is a bowl with porridge, in the middle of the porrige is the rich butter (the yellow of the flower). The butter is only for her own daughters though. The stepdaughters are forced to eat their porridge plain.
Note: the other day I say the first migrant birds, "vipe" (I don't know the English name). I always mark the day of the first migrant bird, it is part of following life as it unfolds. After dinner I said to Terje; "Guess what I saw today". "Vipa" he said with a smile. He had seen it as well.
Following life as it unfolds.
Sharing.
