@brittarnhild
It is still only March, a winter month in Norway, but the weather is sunny and mild, and when I walked through the cathedral park this morning, I discovered that the blue scillas are already blooming. I walked on a blue blanket, trying to make myself light as a feather.
Grandma Olga´s garden was painted blue in spring, with scillas. My love for blue started already when I spent time there as a little child. And also as I grew up in Blåklokkeveien, Bluebell Street.
My energy level is low these days. Working 50% feels like carrying an overweight suitcase. It felt good to leave the suitcase behind and walk on the blue carpet.
And with spring here, anything can happen.
