I love eating on the ground, whether it be on a blanket in a park or on a cushion of moss in the forest. Today we tried out our new little bbq in the garden, spread out a blanket, made salad and ate slowly. We sat around the warm coal and stared into the white hot glow in silence. It’s like the ancient mind take over, quieting the busy chatter and bringing you into a gentle trance. A mindful place. A place of grilled kebabs and green salads.
Our neighbour came over with some cake. How wonderful is that? White chocolate cheesecake…
Happy National Day my dear Norway. The flag is swaying from the nasturtiums outside the front door here in Cardiff. Shrimp sandwiches and hotdogs, to infinity and beyond!
Miss the family on days like this
There’s always something to do in a house that can soon hold 100 years of history, families and memories. It’s our house now, and we’re loving the hell out of it. The bookshelves received its final coat of paint a couple of days ago, so the books are creeping up, one by one. More history. More memories.
But wait – I need to do the before and after shots! Behold. This is how this corner of the house used to look like:
And then the work began:
What do you think?
I do, quite possibly have the best husband in the world. Fact.
A breath of summer temperatures is gracing us at the moment and I hear whispers of the first BBQ of the year… I’m feeling inspired.
My mother gave me this card for my birthday.
“I saw it and had to get it. This is exactly how I see you.”
Artwork by Bjørg Thorhallsdottir
I’ve yearned to be 30 since I was 15 – and yesterday it happened. I am 30. It’s a time of reflection and gratitude. This is where I am after 30 years. Right here.
My life is full of love. Not as many degrees as I hoped, but hey. I’ve got love. And laughter. And I get to sit at home and write and make a living of it. I’ve got the best mother in the world. And the best husband. We just bought a house. I have a beautiful bike. I am healthy. And I am 30. Finally.