story

sometimes you just need to stop and listen, the stories unfolding from our memories, triggered by a sound. true to what was and an inspiration to what will be.

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wordweek is back. this week it is story. for more participants, go see the beautiful space of rachel.

i am so happy this started again, and i hope it will help me get into a creative mood after a little dry spell. but mostly i am happy to "meet" the weekworders, old as well as new.

so, off to a bit of cleaning. my parents arrive today, and i like to pretend we don't live in a dirty mess :)

right now. and looking forward

:: little succulents and vintage bed sheets

:: a drawing/collage i forgot about (and now like much better)

:: my granny square blanket project - moving steadily (though not so fast) ahead, with new colors being added now and then

:: that this little plant i have in my living room (which i always forget the name of), a plant that i never before managed to keep alive, is growing so fast and furious - and now it is even blooming, something i never saw before (it's almost ridiculous so proud that makes me feel :)

:: that our nana (mint) is growing crazy this spring. last year they didn't do so well, so we moved the sad little stubs that were left after a burning hot summer to a new spot. and they are just all over the place now.

:: looking happily forward to this wednesday where my friend and her youngest son will come visit us. yay! i need to tell her to bring rum for those mojitos.

hope you're looking forward to something good too :)

digging in

i love how children just are out there, leaving it to us, the adults, to fight the worries of thorns on the ground, snakes in the grass, ticks in the trees, too little clothes, too much sun, and on and on. but they don't have concerns, only the moment.

for the past week they have had a blast down by the field where some workers fixing a water pipe left a huge pile of dirt.

it's a slide, a mountain in the jungle, a plain, you name it. their clothes are dirty when the sun sets and we drag them to the shower. and we have had an incident of me getting...upset (to put it mildly) because they disappeared just before we had to leave the house for dinner this friday. and i found them, in the jungle, sliding down the mountain, looking like they really had been living in the jungle for weeks, dirt all over the clean, nice clothes, i had just managed to get them into. deep breath.

but later i smiled, because i really do love how they dig into it, the dirt, the ground, the outdoor life, my bare feet boys.

little ladies

"probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg until it is broken." m.f.k. fisher 

every time i collect our eggs, i feel like i am holding beautiful perfection in my hands. 

wishing you a perfect weekend :)

falling

it's dark, stormy and rainy. and i didn't sleep well last night. something about the sound of stormy weather that makes me restless.

i had lots of stuff planned for today, but i tend to drift away, thinking about other things. i look forward to tonight where i can close my eyes and fall asleep. daydreaming about sleeping...hmmmm :)

on another note: i seriously need my scanner fixed. or rather, i need to install it. i have one of those printer/scanners in one and never got around to the scanner part. but with crappy light like today, it would have been better to scan.

oh, and you must go see these unhappy hipsters. seriously, i laughed so hard i cried last night when i found it via alexandra hedberg.

memories of a season

yesterday was a really chilly day. unusually cold for israel, but the sun was shining and the sky blue-blue. i felt like wearing a summer dress.

despite that it is winter.

i felt the early danish summer days, in a floral dress with my feet in rain boots. putting on a big old sweater to keep me warm when walking out into the garden in the chilly mornings with a cup of hot coffee to warm my hands.

but it is winter. and maybe i am just making up my memory. because it felt different than what was, but still right.

everything is blooming. it's green and you can almost see it growing. finally, it's all coming back. the sun burns with no mercy throughout july and august, leaving nothing untouched. then the rain begins in the fall, and now it is the time to watch all the magic it brings. just like early summer back home.

yesterday was the day i finished my mom's fig and ginger jam. from the fig tree in the garden. today is her birthday. wishing you a happy day, mom.

they just keep on coming

still loving bears. and they just keep coming. some still in process, some (i think) done. and then others just appearing.

ps. i know. it's corner view. but it just didn't happen for me today. maybe i will follow up in the coming days, but only if the weather get's better. it's so awful cold in the house i just cannot get out of my big, soft, woolen cocoon. and it's not my style. or at least not the style i would like to pretend i have. like "normal clothes" style