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I am having a time-out weekend.
Terje and the girls are at Rastarbo, starting some extension work which Terje has been planning for a long time. I would have loved to go with them, but as I will be away all next week, I had some work to do, and decided to stay at home.
Long story short - I got a heavy cold, the fourth now since my surgery back in October, and did work only for a couple of hours........and probably could have gone with them anyway.....
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.......but here I am with my time-out weekend.
Which is probably what is best for me right now.
A time-out weekend.
Time streched out in front of me. Time as living, breathing. Every single moment a treasure. A list of things to do. But why now? Why not slow down completely. Watch the busy bumble bee in the blue muscaties, the spider which comes out late at night when it finally gets dark, see with my heart the green growth of the birch trees, cherish my no-blooming camelia....it has survived the winter down in the cold basement, now it grows rapidly, read a few pages from one book, then a few from another, read an email, wander around in The Blue Garden with my camera. The Blue Garden is like a newborn baby these spring weeks, you don´t want to miss a single moment.
Make a wild mushroom lasagne, using the chanterelles I picked last autumn, eat the leftovers the next day.
Gladly hide my to-do list.
Be awakened by the woodpecker long after you usually are out of bed
My time-out weekend will continue for hours still.
I am eating every fresh, ripe cheery moment, juice dripping down my cheeks,
and don´t need to clean myslef until tomorrow night!
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Photos: I had lunch out in The Blue Garden today. When I was finished I drank the last drops from my Venice glass and saw the Blue Garden floating.
