Britt-Arnhild's House in the Woods

Romantic night

Terje and I arrived at the cabin a couple of hours ago. The summer night is wrapping us in a soft Nordic light, a chorus of hundreds of birds fills the air, sweets scents from a blooming forsythia is seeking my nostrils, the first moskitos are out.

Summer came to our corner of the word. Probably only on a short pre-visit, but lucky for us it came right in time for a long week-end at the cabin. Just the two of us.

Darkness is falling, midnight is not far away and we are sitting out on the terracce.........the night is amost too perfect.

I need a new pair of gloves........later

 

It was such a gorious morning. I sat reading on the bus down to work, but put away the book and decided to leave the bus one stop early. The morning was so nice, and I wanted to walk over the bridge to listen to the running water, to enjoy the cathedral bathed in the early morning sun, to pass the old, old rosebush I have followed every spring since I was a girl - is it still alive after a long winter? How big are the leaves now? When will it start blooming?

The minute I left the bus I felt that something was wrong. At first I coudn't figure it out, the morning was so mild and bright, the world smiled to its inhabitants. Then I realized - I had forgotten my gloves on the bus. The doors had aready closed behind me, the trafic lights had turned into green and the bus was leaving. So were my gloves, the kids fur gloves which I've had for at least 10 years. My best friends during 10 long winters. Now they were gone.

I considered running after the bus, but it would be no use. The gloves had left me. I tried to comfort myself "well, they were old and worn, I would have to buy new ones soon anyway"............I will buy new ones, but not yet. Now it is spring, now summer is just around the corner.

 

Favorite moment yesterday - reading Marta's English essay about her family, two pages, coming to the last sentence: We are a happy family. I hope we will be that forever

 

Photos: a helleborus in a windy Blue Garden.

My angel showed up

 

I was in Oslo yesterday. The day started with mass in the basement chapel of the old Bishop's Mason in the old part of Oslo. In a niche, back in the chapel, there was an angel. His eyes met mine as soon as I entered the room, a tiny wave with his wings was meant to be seen only by me. "Fly" his eyes and his wings, his whole body said "Fly! Fly high Britt-Arnhild. Live your life fully, live it strong. Live your life the way God created you to live!"

The new job is kind of overwhelming me. But with me during the days I have a charming little angel. I wil fly. I will fly high.

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A big THANK YOU from the deep of my heart for all your lovey comments and congratulations yesterday.

A blue walk to celebrate the new path

 

The diocese board had a meeting yesterday, and I got the new job. Well, partly a new job. I will still be a deacony adviser, but I am now also the leader of my section. A big hurray for me :-)

To celebrate I did a walk in the Cathedral park, the one I see from my office window. Do you want to do the walk with me? Come on then.

 

My office window can be seen.......

 

 

 

 

Two Blue Garden recipes from The Blue Café - and a question

 

Boil the potatos. Peel and dice. Mix with extra virgin olive oil, Maldon salt and fresh chives from The Bue Garden. A winner.

 

Boil the eggs. Peel and dice. Mix with majonaise, lemon juice, sat and garlic. Another winner.

 

Focaccia. Always focaccia.

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Do you have a good potato salad recipe to share? We will grow our own potatos this summer, and I am collecting new recipes.

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Going Blue in the Blue Garden

 

Yesterday it was finally time to open the playhouse and bring out the blue garden furniture. We celebrated with a barbecue feast. Six around the blue table. Food for a whole company.

 

 

Fresh chives from the garden in the potato salad. Hopefully, when autumn comes, we will have potatos from our own garden.

During my daily early morning walk, I am met by growing life. Blue and purple a dominating colours.

 

 

I have panted zinnia seeds this morning. Two different types, Zinnia elegans and Purple Prince. I have the bowl with my seed envelopes here on the blue table with me, I have my garden diary here and also The Essence of the Garden by Hanna Willetts. It is a sunny Sunday morning, it is soon time for a pot of coffee. The word is mine.

 

Moved outdoors for the week-end

 

Summer has come on a pre-visit. We have moved out in the garden, taking deep breaths, suntanning our white bodies, watching the garden grow, barbequing. Enjoying life. Decorating my nails and fingers with soil.

Torgeir is home for the week-end. He came biking this morning and Marta had a good time teasing him, photographing him while he cleaned his bike. Torgeir's answer was to make faces to Marta.

Terje is working on the potato land, in a few days the soil is warm enough for the growpotatoes to be dig down.

 

 

Photographer: Marta

Dirt under my nails.

 

Do you remember my questions from a few weeks ago? Much of it was about work, should I apply for a new job there or not. A new job as a leader of the section where I already work? A new jos means yes to new opportunities, no to other opportunities.

 

I have busy days at work for the moment. And long days. But when I come home I know that The Blue Garden is waiting for me. The Blue Garden where life is growing. After dinner I change into an old pair of jeans, a pair of shoes totally worn out.........and disappear out in the garden. I dig my fingers deep into the soil, I rejoice with the growing life and I am happy!

 

Dirt under my nails, my favorite jewellry!

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Hours later it is still time left of the day for some reading before going to bed. Two of the books on my table right now is The Essence of the Garden by Hannah Willetts and Gertrude Jekyll by Sally Festing.

 

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Note: On Monday I will know if I get the job!

Please help Steven

 

I got an email from Beverly, a blogging friend today, and want to share it with you all. Please help Steven, her son, by watching his video:

Bevery's email:

 

Time is drawing near for the close of the VHL Family Alliance YouTube contest...and I so badly want my sweet boy to have a chance to attend the yearly VHL conference in California!

Please,
please,
please
hit the link and watch the video
every day until the 30th of April!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiKAGELRW-U

Please,
please,
please
forward this email to friends,
and ask them to watch every day
until April 30th!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiKAGELRW-U

The two minutes that you (and friends) spend watching this video could mean so much to my sweet boy...exponentially more than you could ever imagine!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiKAGELRW-U

(And we certainly don't mind if you watch after the 30th of April!)

Thanks for caring about our sweet boy!

Beverly Angotti
http://stevensjourney.blogspot.com

Small miracles in The Blue Garden