LIKING IN FEBRUARY

- daylight
- Patti Smith
- writing on paper
- Vesterbro
- coffee
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Winter

Little pictures from our house this morning. We are off for winter break and the kids are somewhere in between happy and naughty all the time; playing happily one minute, tearing the house apart the next, and I suppose this is how it is.

I have been tired and forgetful lately. Here, at the tail end of winter, I notice how much happier I am when the sun is out, which it hasn’t been much these past few months. Ah, Scandinavia, you are a harsh mother sometimes. And Danish winters have always felt worse than Norwegian winters; the lack of snow and constant damp is getting to me. I grew up with endless months of snow and bitter storms in the arid North and it took years before I realised why the biscuits always go soft in my cupboard here.

It has been an exceptionally mild winter and still I long for spring. Last winter I was running three times a week, long runs on the weekends, shorter runs in the evenings on weekdays, preparing for the half marathon I was going to run in March. Which I did run in March, on the first warm day of 2014. This winter has not been that much about running and certainly not about the same number of miles, but I have been training outside in a park most Tuesdays along with a group of other runners. Despite the cold and dark it has felt like an injection of happiness each time. And now it is getting brighter every day. Soon we will be training in daylight.

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The missing reading

I am going to admit it. Since I got an ipad my book reading deteriorated, and since getting an iphone this year it’s gone from bad to worse. Hardly any books, barely magazines, and all I do is check twitter all the time.
(Don’t misunderstand me, I love twitter. In the days after the terrorist attack in Norway it was more than comforting to read other people’s, strangers, aquaintances, thoughts of sympathy. Previously, I thought that kind of well wishes were hollow and meaningless, hastily written by people who weren’t close to the event, couldn’t possibly know. Now I know better. When you are on the receiving end, they do mean something. Twitter (and other social media – Instagram is a great source of inspiration and comfort as well as being a creative outlet) is not nothing, not meaningless at all. But sometimes you can get too much of it anyway.)
I miss books. Something which has always filled a huge space in my life is suddenly reduced to almost nothing. Dear paper, I want to come back.

Ten things in June

:: The roses are out
:: and so is the rainbow-coloured hammock
:: Stepping out of the train at my station and smelling the sea breeze
:: A week on a Greek island, coming up
:: Ice coffee
:: Figuring out a better way of making pizza
:: Eating herbs and greens from the garden
:: The greenhouse looking promising this year; the first tomato is already on the vine
:: Seeing the bright dot of the ISS space station sweep across the dark blue sky last night
:: Seeing friends because everyone suddenly has more energy, making dates, planning a party.

(Following Soulemama’s lead)

Geese

For the past year and a half or so I’ve been going for runs by the seafront near our house. There are always a lot of birds on the artificial lakes; I try not to run with my head turned too much. A couple of times this winter I’ve brought my camera (not running with the big camera, though). Canada geese are an invasive species here because they drive out the native greylag geese. I still think they’re pretty.

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Bake your own

Since November, after reading Michael Pollan’s book “Cooked”, I’ve been baking sourdough bread from a sourdough starter I made from bacteria and yeast from the air in my kitchen. It’s a little like magic. And the bread is the tastiest I’ve ever made.

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The Lighthouse

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At the southernmost tip of Sweden, there is a lighthouse. Small for a lighthouse, it sits on a hill above the waterfront, and the buildings around it have been converted to the smallest and nicest hostel I’ve ever visited. We spent a weekend there in May – it’s only an hour’s drive from our house – and met this friendly kitty, took a lot of photographs by the seafront, did some birdwatching and visited Ystad, the city the crime series’ Wallander lives in. The breakfast was good and the people friendly, and our little room had a view of the lighthouse. I recommend it heartily.

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January

Back in October I went for a walk on the beach with the boys.The Canada geese were stopping over at our beach on their way to wherever they go for the winter.IMG_5602

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Sunday

At home with sick child. The weater is bright and it is spring now, the daffodils in the garden are very yellow but not yet unfurled, and I’m sitting at the kitchen table, leaned over the ipad. The dress I bought yesterday for today’s family event hangs unused in the closet, biding its time for another party. The child is sleeping and I am considering another pot of coffee, thinking of the zeppelin I saw yesterday as it crossed Copenhagen, hanging low in the air above our roof, silent and huge, seeming almost magical. All these things that need doing and I just want to sit still in the Sunday quiet.

Waiting for spring

And it is April. Spring is so late this year. The latest snow is melting now, but the air is still cold and there are patches of white in the shaded areas of the garden. The snowdrops are finished, but only tips of daffodils and tulips are up and it seems like flowers are a long way ahead. Cold season has been extended too and both the little one and I were sick during the Easter holiday. But the sun is warm again and the days are longer, and down by the water there are a lot of foreign birds dropping by on their way back from warmer climates. I’m waiting for the temperature to tip above those 5 degrees C and for the soil to warm up, or at least thaw so I can clear out the vegetable beds. Gardening seems a long way away too right now. Good thing really. I’ll spend my time getting well and gathering energy while I’m waiting. Slowly planning and getting my gardening wits together again.

Breathe

The daylight is coming back. I will miss seeing the sunrise from the station as I wait for my train in the mornings. (I will not miss waiting for the bus home in the dark and wet.) Today the morning sky was grey and fat with snow; the sun a golden quiet in the horizon.