@brittarnhild
Another week. Another early morning. Another day at work.
I left the bus three stops early today to have a nice walk to my office in the Archbishop´s Palace. On the bridge my attention was caught by the new St. Olav Catholic Church, which has been built just across the road for the Nidaros Cathedral.
While I stood there I suddenly missed my Saturday morning photo walks.
May be it is time to go back to them again.......
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@brittarnhild
We woke up to a grey sky and some raindrops in the air at the cabin this morning.
The weather forecast told us that the sun was shining in Trondheim, so we ate our breakfast, did the dishes, packed and drove the two hours back home.
Back to the Blue Garden which gets more and more colourful every day.
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@brittarnhild
Blue ocean.
Blue sky.
Blue man.
We´ve been out fishing today.
Two fishes.
One pollock.
One mackerel.
Just perfect for a dinner for two.
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Back at the cabin I made a cucumber salad,
and a potato salad.
Terje cleaned and fried the fish.
And then we had a feast.
A Saturday night dinner for two feast.
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@brittarnhild
As long as it is not raining, which it is not this weekend, we almost live out on the terrace when we are at the cabin.
Going to bed with this view.
Eating breakfast.
Reading.
Yes, we live out on the terrace.......and who would not!
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@brittarnhild
I call them my survival days. The days when I can stop and find my breath again.
When life is filled to the brim,
A few cabin days are life savers.
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@brittarnhild
An old table, I guess I can call it an antique.
I got it from an old woman who rented a couple of rooms in grandma Olga´s old house.
For many years the old table was stored away.
Then for many more years it had a place our livingroom. A place where we put framed photos.
Today I moved the table out into the greenhouse.
My greenhouse secretaire.
A place for letters to be gathered into words.
For lines and strokes and colours to become sketches.
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@brittarnhild
We are used to a lot of rain during our summers, but ever since we came back from Paris it has been dry, warm and sunny. Which has meant spending my nights watering the garden. Some nights for hours.
I love the job, but I also want to do other things at night :-)
This afternoon a wet thunderstorm passed over our area. No damage done, but my job was effectively done.
No watering tonight.
Instead I am knitting. And enjoying the most wonderful smell which is filling the house, as Terje is cleaning the wild blueberries he picked up in the forest behind our house yesterday.
.....................and the knitting?
Well, it will soon be a new post in maskerade.
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@brittarnhild
With the Saint Olav Festival going on, the town is filled with people. Leander has been with us this weekend and Terje and I took him downtown today to watch some of the busy life going on.
Down in our main pedestrian street we found an artist drawing caricatures.
Perfect to have one made of Leander, we though.
Not long afterwards we had the caricature :-)
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@brittarnhild
July 29th 1030.
The day king Olav died.
One year and four days later he was canonised and work was started to build a church on his grave.
Nidaros Cathedral
The St. Olav Festival is here again,
to celebrate the patron saint of the cathedral, and of the church of Norway.
A Lutheran church.
A saint.
St. Olav.
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@brittarnhild
A summer vacation is over. Last night I set the alarm clock to ring at 6.30, and as always I woke a few minutes before that, fully awake, ready for a new day.......well, almost ready. The first day after the holidays is always a little challenge.
The first day after almost four weeks without remembering one single work password. Almost like the first day of a new year, and time to make resolutions.
As I so often do when I have something on my mind, I walked in the garden, to dwell on the "new year", the months ahead, the new beginning.
With prayers in every step, I stopped in the rose garden where the roses are about to bloom, and answers were in the beauty of the roses.
A rose not quite focused told me the importance of staying focused,
but also something more important - a little unfocused is filled with a lot of beauty.
Focused
Unfocused
My path in the months to come.
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