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We can see more than fjord and mountains from our cabin. I was out on the terrace early this morning, while Terje was still asleep, photographing a busy nuthatch. Then, all of a sudden, I saw something big flying by.
I turned around and managed three shots.
A young white-tailed eagle.
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@brittarnhild
Our view tonight,
or more correct, the view a couple of hours ago. Now everything is pitch dark.
Darkness or not, I still know that paradise is out there.......and in here.
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In my blog world today:
Britt Arnhilds naturdagbok, my nature journal scroll down for several new posts.
Fløy en liten blådfugl, my birding journal
maskerade, my knitting blog, with a very special music sweater I made for Øystein when he was four.
dagens lille grønne, green ideas of the day, today with a tomato sauce from the garden.
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@brittarnhild
Autumn is knocking. I am opening up, wide, and let its beauty shower my soul.
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My blog world today:
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Mittens on maskerade, my knitting blog
Green ideas and gifts in dagens lille grønne
Britt Arnhilds naturdagbok, my nature journal
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In my dear aunt Solbjørg´s livingroom there are two old wool blankets. Both of them filled with colours and memories. The one you see in the back was made by aunt in the late 60ies, early 70ies, the one in the front made by me in the same period. I guess I was 14 or 15. Both of the blankets were crocheted for my grandma Olga, and for as long as she lived she used at least one of them daily, the other ready for guests, especially for when one of her sisters came on visits.
Both throws are crocheted in leftover yarn. Yarn left over from the many items of clothing knitted by my me, by my mother and her two sisters, by grandma Olga and probably also left over yarn given to my mother from friends. It was grandma Ragna Josefine, my father´s mother, who taught me to crochet grandmother squares.
Usually you make small squares and crochet or saw them together. I don´t know if it was me or aunt Solbjørg who first made one huge square, row following row following row, but looking at the two blankets now makes me smile. I love the bold way we have used the colours, I will never forget how frustrated I was in forth grade when my art and craft teacher told me that green and blue could never, I repeat never! be put together.
May be you want your blanket back, aunt Solbjørg asked me again yesterday, as she has done before. No, I don´t want it back. I want the two pieces of female family history to stay together. And who knows, may be one day I can inherit them, be their proud owner.
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In my blogworld today:
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Today´s post is a repost from my knitting blog, maskerade
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@brittarnhild
Middle of September, Sunday, and the woods are filled with berries. Just now mostly foxberries. We packed our backpack after breakfast, followed instructions given by my father and my aunt, first driving, then hiking......
......and found ourselves in foxberry paradise.
Autumn colours are starting to show, and inspires my knitting. I brought with me some leftover yarn which I will use for kid´s mittens.
Green and red for foxberry mittens. Green and blue for bilberry mittens, or blueberry mittens, as bilberries are called blåbær/blueberries in Norwegian.
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I am trying to promote my knitting account on instagram, @brittarnhildsstrikkedagbok
If you are on instagram, please visit my account, and follow it.
My blogworld today:
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@brittarnhild
I am not the only one with grey hair,
not the only one to let nature decide the palette,
not the only one to say no to the artificial,
to be proud of the real thing.
Firewoods coming up from the morning mist.
A lovely shade of the colour named blessing.
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I start some mornings in a café downtown, a quiet place, with a cappuccino and some writing. I was on my way to the office after my writing time this morning. Walking over the market place I met this Romani woman. She was selling handmade knitting and baskets made by pinecones and wire.
The knitting I can do myself, but the baskets made me stop. So cute! "How much", I asked. "200NOK" was the answer, " I and my husband have made them back in Romania and brought them here for sale.
How gladly I payed the money. Smiling I walked up to the office. Smiling I carried the basket with me home. Still smiling I filled with with apples from our apple tree.
Yes, I do think it is possible to find the colour named blessing in every day.
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Frosta, a peninsula in the Trondheim Fjord, is said to be Norway´s Tuscany. Lush farmland close to the fjord gives midl winters and lovely summers. I have been on a two days trip with my colleagues at the office and we spent the night at Frosta, with a perfect view over to the island Tautra.......where I have taken you many times before.
We arrived yesterday afternoon in four cars, I the driver of one of them, and as soon as I opened the front door the smell of fresh onion filled my nostrils. It is harvest time, and the farm where we stayed the night is surrounded by onion fields. I am allergic to perfume, I love the smell of fresh onions, and all other vegetables.
Today we started with morning prayer together with the nuns at Tautra monastery, and afterwards we were invited in to the Scriptorium to have a long talk with one of the nuns.
The wrapping paper of my day today had the colour called blessings.
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Drive 1 1/2 hour north of Trondheim and you might find yourself in the small village of Ekne, a place with a dramatic history. Most of this history is connected to this building, which was used as a prison camp during WWII. Some Norwegian prisoners, but mostly prisoners from the Soviet Union and the former Yugoslavia.
Many of the Norwegian prisoners were Jews. Many years ago I was at Falstad, in the courtyard, listening to the Norwegian Jew Julius Paltiel who told about humiliation. With the guards and the other prisoners watching, the Jews were forced to crawl over the courtyard, taking one and one birch leave in their mouth, moving it over to one corner. When they had manage to move all the leaves, one of the guards kicked the bunch and the Jews had to carry them back to where they originally were found. Still by their mouth only.
............this travel tale continue over in Caffe Avec.
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Summer in September. The very best thing you can do on a Sunday afternoon then, is to start on a garden project. With Terje as my garden apprentice, expert on digging, I am making a new extension in a corner of the main flower bed.
First some digging to remove plants which has become too big.
One moved away, another one into the new bed.
And here it is. My plan is to fill it with a collection of lovely blue gentianas, inspired by my visit to the botanical garden in Tromsø.......by the way, I am working on a post from there in Caffe Avec tonight.
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Jippi!!! The post from the arctic-alpine garden in Tromsø is up in Caffe Avec
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