Today is the perfect day to bake some apple lemon pie
We climbed the stone stairs until we reached the portal there on the other side a silver stag stood watch
Seagulls hovering over palms and pastels with a smooth ocean breeze
As if winter never was the English garden shed is completely surrounded with the most amazing flowers
You have to enter this enchanted park passing the rocky heights amidst the high trees you’ll find the Sugar Shack.
Within these ruins someone created a snug shelter and a magical place
Blooming buttercups and wee rabbits hiding between the rocks and grasses
Nature the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild…
Cela ressemble à une rue normale mais c’est une rue ensoleillée
Instead of going on a holiday abroad we rented a little cottage at one of our country’s little islands.
On the foggy foggy banks me boys we pitch and toss about…
Despite the lockdown our local florist has put maximum effort into her display for Valentines
This is de space I feel most at home amidst soft colours, paint and brushes
The snow came during quarantine time and lifted our spirits
Frau Holle shook her pillow and the lands were covered with snow
What lies is the wintery wind which is the past prophecies of what’s to come when greed grows too fast…
For my winter evening walk I had no one with whom to talk but the cottages in a row with their shining eyes in snow
This is a regular garden sight in Rovaniemi where every day is a wintery present
In some places winter has arrived in others winter sadly belongs to a magical memory
To some it may seem like an unorderly mess to me it is my perfectly ordered working space
When you look closely you can see the little rabbits hopping and playing safely within distance of the snowy thickets
Along the autumn gloomed path I watched the high trees wave
As Autumn is at its full coloured glory the little oriole sings his song
While the bleak autumn weather blows its leaves, we enjoy a cosy cupper at the fireplace…
Some places you’d rather not be…
We had a yoga session in the wooden cabin at the border of the forest close to the sea…
They closed the Asylum long ago yet when you enter the facilities it feels as though it has not been abandoned…
With these autumn lights our Halloween scene looks as if it’s been there for many years
Looking out close to the open waters watching the windswept leaves
They spend their holidays on a little Nordic isle with its small wooden cottages
Finally we reached the shores of the land of legends, myths and heroes …
I remember the wintery Sunday mornings where I stayed in bed reading about great adventures
And there at the very edge of the forest two old friends reunited…
A peek inside this shelter from the storm a haven that keeps out trouble
As kids we used to play hide and seek at Fort Grünenbaum…
We worked all day to get the garden ready for our boho party
The set is all cleaned up for another episode of Westworld
The Heilan coo enjoys the afternoon sun while the river runs through
Bringing the outside in and the inside out
All is ready for the grand opening of our little Zero Waste vintage hair salon
Near Beachcomber-ville there’s this little retreat where we spend each summer
The North Sea cries out to us, fish are friends not food stop emptying these waters
A soft tinted studio for fine arts and graphics
When I entered the bathroom, the most amazing scents embraced me
With our own waterfall from the roof the temperature inside is perfectly balanced
Mellow yellow lemony breezes, fresh croissant sniffs and sneezes …
There at the green shores the ancient castle still towers the cliffs…
Somewhere around nothing…
