text and images britt-arnhild
It is good to be home. My own bed, my own breakfast table, my own husband, my own job. And I love it.
There is one thing I don´t love though.
Can you guess what?
We came home to a world filled with snow.
Snowdrops were blooming in the London parks.
Snow, real snow, is the only thing blooming in The Blue Garden.
When we left London I knew what I would come back to.
Terje had been working with snow on the roads here in Trondheim all weekend.
Day and night.
For a moment, for many moments I let my thoughts fly..........what if I was free to stay. I could follow the girls out to Heathrow, then I could go back to London, walk in the parks.....
........and then I could take the train, or a bus, out of London, to Roz and her Autumn Cottage Garden.
There I would ask for a bed, for three meals a day, a lot of tea and may be a glass of wine in the evening........and offer myself to work in Roz´s garden.
Roz, don´t feel too safe.
One day you will find me on your doorstep.
