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Four weeks ago we left a cabin and a forest almost invisible because of snow. I had planned to spend Easter praising spring, instead we looked out our windows to watch snow, snow and more snow.
For three loooong and busy weeks at work I have counting days till this weekend. To go to the cabin again, this time for four whole days, not only a too short weekend. And to find spring.
All the snow has now melted. Well, almost all the snow. There are still white patches here and there in the forest behind the cabin. The forsythia has tiny yellow flowers, yellow daffodils and blue muscatis (which we call pearl flowers in Norway) are blooming. One of the flower beds has a beautiful carpet of purple primula flowers and the rhuburb is ready to use.
But spring? Where are you?
It is raining, icy cold drops almost snowdrops. It is blowing. We heard the birds' symphony last night (the sun was here then, and no wind), now the concert has a long break with the musicians hidden, making sure to keep their instruments warm and tuned.
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Spring time at cabin. You never know what you get :-)
And while I wait for the sun, there are always things to do, things to enjoy.
Like reading Magnhild Haalke, a Norwegian writer who wrote books just before I was born. Wonderful books with an eye for the beauty of the Norwegian nature. Writing letters, I am back to my "favorite" habit of writing "mother India" a letter a day....to brighten her challenging days the coming months. Sorting through my collection of old paper dolls which I have in a box somewhere out here. Drinking coffee with Terje and reading aload from another Norwegian writer from around the time I was born, Leif Borthen and his En suppe i solen, (A Soup in the Sun), the funniest, yummiest, most colourful food and travel descrciption I've ever read, and believe me, I HAVE READ A LOT!
Or just look at the view, listen to the wind, smelling fresh forest, let myself be cherished by life.
