This summer I spent some beautiful days in Spain.
There is something about the feeling of sand between my toes…
In my hometown it’s kind of a cool thing to get to school or your job by boat in the morning. It’s very timesaving to take a boat across the sea, for many this is a trip that they can do in five minutes. The alternative is to go by bus or car, of course, and that’s both more time-consuming and for many viewed as a very boring alternative.
Still, I think I would have left the boat at home today…I wonder whether these two boat-owners secretly agrees?
I mean, even Mr. Seagull seems to be cold today.
And I had an instant urge to dress these two darlings!
I’m one of those who really long for the warmer seasons to come. It’s great with snow at Christmas and all that, but now I’m ready for spring and summer. Never the less, days like we’ve had today, bring out my inner winter enthusiast that seldom sees the daylight.
Bright sun from clear blue sky, white snow with glittering crystals, well I have to admit it, I love my Fairy-tale country.
Tomorrow is the last day of January. I find that thought a bit scary. Not for nothing, I’m kind of glad that the month of January is over, because that means that we are a month closer too autumn. Then again, I’ve always thought of January as the month of new beginning. And this year, well, I haven’t had the start I wanted.
This first month of this New Year has been a bit like waiting for a date that turns out to be a no show. To bee stood up by a whole month, that’s not a good thing. There have been some moments, though. I found my keys on the first day of January. They got lost the day before Christmas, and I had given up on them, when I spotted them right outside of my house, under the ice. I had to use a spade and a bucket of warm water to get them out of the snowy ice, and this start made me look forward to the future days and weeks with expectations of greatness. Well, I’ve spent an oval weekend with my great heartfriend and her family, but since I came home from that trip the 7.th of January, this month has more or less behaved like a spoiled teenager. There have been days with moody weather, snowstorms followed by rainy days. The result of that: Icy roads and car crash. There have been days with cold weather, I mean Icy cold weather, followed by rainy milder days. The result of that: nights without sleep because of feverish shivering’s and the urge to chough every minute.
Enough about the weather, my main concern about January is that I see in retrospect that it has been a month filled with days were my plans didn’t work and days were I didn’t work. Maybe I can’t blame the month of January for this, maybe I was the spoiled teenager. Even though my teenager years ended at the end of 1989.
Never the less, tomorrow is the last day of January. So, while I always try to live without regrets, I look forward to next month. Farwell, Miss January, welcome mr.February!
This is the state of nature when you arrive, Mr. February. The ground is pretty much covered with snow, most of the river and lakes are frozen. But, the snow is off the trees, and today the sun made my heart think of warmer, lighter and nicer days to come.
My goal for this month, Mr.February, is to write something every day. I bid you welcome, Mr.February, please bring me some inspiration along with more sunny days.
We are in the Christmas season. It was to be expected, the stores have been telling us about this upcoming holiday since October, and after the shells were cleared of Halloween costumes and gadgets, the gnomes, Santa clauses and angels moved in. Yes, and the reindeers, mustn’t forget them.
I love Christmas! I do, but I don’t love all the hype around presents and forced traditions. I spoke to a friend of mine yesterday that were having a meltdown because her kids had ruined her day of Christmas baking. She always have a baking day on December 4.th because it’s two days before her own birthday, and as a family tradition they always makes the first Christmas cakes and fondants ready.
It sounds like a good tradition, but I imagine that it is a living hell. I’ve met her kids. And even though we all knew this, my friend experienced hands on that there is a time for Christmas baking with your kids, and there is a time where you want to move on. Or your kids want to move on. When they make decorations that have the shape of a penis instead of the usual angel, it’s time to let go of the tradition.
My friend regrets that she didn’t listen to the arguments before they started. She had this false tradition, and she forced her kids to endure yet another Christmas baking day, together with their grandmother, -her mother in law.
Now she’s really looking forward to spending Christmas together with the same Mother-in.law… Luckily there are twenty more days until Christmas. Her Mother-in.law has probably started smiling again before then. And maybe even her kids have stopped giggling.