text and images britt-arnhild
A birthday coffee,
and I was asked to bring flowers from the whole group.
The birthday girl had already told me that peonies were HER birthday flowers,
so instead of driving to a florist,
I did a garden walk.
I have always dreamed of a garden where I could make my own bouquets,
to fill the house, for gifts.
Now I am living this dream.
Post written from the kitchen veranda at 9pm in the sun,
fihghting the tiny mosquitos which we call knott here in Norway.
So far I am the winner.
