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I really love the city where everything is close by, like the grocery store, cinema, cafe’s, restaurants, little nifty shops, malls etc. But being born in the countryside, means that there are a part of me who really likes grass, dirt, flowers, forest and barns.

Yesterday afternoon I went home to Lierfoss where I grew up to have dinner with my parents. The weather was supposed to be sunny and quite warm, so I decided to stay for the night and spend my sunday there. Oh, what a lovely sunday it became. I went to a flea market with my friend Linda and her friend Ragnahild. I  found myself some old retro coffee cups (pics  will come later) I bought very cheap. Then Linda and I went to the garden center. I didn’t buy any flowers, but I got two plastic flower boxes that I needed badly. When I came home I visited Linda’s parents and her brother. They live close by. The reason for my visit was to get a recipe on cinnamon buns from Linda’s mother. I remember she used to make lovely cinnamon buns and I’ve been wanting to make that for weeks now, so I paid them a visit to get it.

In between all that and spending some time in the sun at the terrace, I walked around with my camera. And this is what I discovered around our own property and nearby areas.

Wheel barrows and a lot of logs. This means that my parents won’t have a cold house next winter either. The wood bricks are stacked up to dry before they are moved inside a shed.


An axe. And again, a lot of logs. They were neatly placed on top of each other by my parents, my sister and brother-in-law. And I believe my nephew were helping out as well.

Trees, fields, my feet in new, but now dirty shoes and soil.

Shoes are off. Feet are now touching sand for the first time this year. Above some water from a small river close by where I live.

My shadow. I’m holding a bouquet of anemones. To the right you can see the anemones I picked by the riverside. It was a lot of anemones there. Sadly it was some nettle there too, which I didn’t see until I had burned my feet. Later I burned my finger, thinking I grabbed an anemone. In stead it was part of a nettle. Ouch!

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