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I just drove my husband out to his tractor on the field to work. It is so dry and dusty everything gets coated in a layer of dirt. And I laughed a bit at me driving trough the fields because that was that one thing I never saw myself doing earlier in life. Never say never and all that. My nails still look like this though, and that won't change.

Happy Easter! Here is my little black cat on this year's Easter-ing tour (or whatever we shall decide to call it in English). As our house still looks like shit I'll post some old pictures of how it looked this time of year back when it was stil nice. Enjoy your chocolate!

The other day I realised that the oldest piece of clothing in my wardrobe, apart from vintage, is a cardigan I bought in 1997 that I still use.  I was a bit impressed actually, as we seldom tend to think of clothing of today to last for that long. And cardigans tend to get floppy easily; this one not.  I remember the store I bought it from (which is no more), and was looking at it twice or three time before actually buying it as it was expensive at the time at 120FiM, which nowadays equals to about 20€. But back then that was a lot more. You could really get a lot for the green one hundred bill, with a stubborn Sibelius on it. There was also this little episode when this cardigan went missing for about a year and a half or so after I moved away from home and I was certain I had not lost it anywhere. It was later found in a bag under my teenaged sister's bed, as she had borrowed it without asking and then hid the evidence. Nowadays she thoroughly denies this ever happend though. Now

Today I heard the first seagulls - winter will be over soon! Here are, however, some pictures from last week when it still was very much winter. And here I am aswell! Slowly returning as the light slowly increases here on these latitudes. Like a Moomin troll I have hibernated from the blogosphere during the darkest months. (I always liked the Moomin winter book the best -well that one, and the one with the flood and the drifting heater - how he, against his nature, wakes up one winter and finds the world totally different with different creatures existing around him). But as much as I sometimes can love winter, I do long for summer, for everything to wake up from around me. This year it feels specifically significant, as I feel a lot of things have been resting under snow so to say, for now to finally move on and be able to enjoy the sunlight.   This year winter came late, so late that the snowfall now in mid-march does not bother me. The end of February was super cold, colder than

Hello there! I am on my way to Brussels to perform and it seems I am only, or well mostly, planning on wearing green things. Must be a sign that autumn is here.

Hi! Here I (still) am. Sitting by my flower-and herb pots on the backdoor stairs. And it's sunny and almost warm -which is something of a thing this summer, the coldest of the decade they say- and I am wearing a selfmade dress I haven't in years. And I wish I could sit like this more often, just sit there, listen to the wind in the trees and look out on the field and road in front of me, and feel good about just doing just and only that. But I don't get to too often. The classic -  there's seldom time for it. And when I perhaps try to for a while I tend to look at everything that needs to be done, that are in the yard and garden waiting to be fixed or maintained.  That's a line you often hear from a lot of people, but in this case here everything really is waiting for the next step. The house is still full of the Tapiola-flat still packed in boxes, waiting for us to renovate more space. It looks like shit. And the to-do's from work never end; there is always so

Some things that never get old - That first warm summer evening when you can have dinner in the green and the wind is warm and soft. Sudden snuggle-ups and love declarations from your child. Twin Peaks. Anything with chocolate. Well, almost anything. (and then I wonder why some of my clothes won't fit me in the waist anymore. If they don't fit my behind it's of course just because of my squatting and heavy weight leg pressing at them gym, obviously.) ps. Pictured are the almost healthy chocolate raw food muffins . Gardening. You know all those things they say about gardening and life and so on. All true. And then of course  This One .

Four nice things right now. Small kumquats on a branch. Who wouldn't get happy over cute small orange thingies like these? Green branches and leaves in a vase; a mini jungle,  left over from when I had  a mini-spa for my plants at home some time ago.   (I wonder if these are of the kind that they'll grow a root of their own and I can plant them? Hmmm...) Green grapes in a pretty bowl. And green grapes in their most superior form, helping me tidy up the kitchen.

Last night at the club night I co-produce -RubiesKlubit - Nancy took a photo of me and these two gold sparkling performers, Bébe and Bent, while we were indulging in the act of taking mandatory backstage selfies. I probably have a thousand of photos like these by now in my phone, smiling fab people with a lot of glitter on them squeezed together to fit an instagram square (as well, as fit in a tiny backstage). But they keep on appearing, just the heads in a different order, after every show...

Today the dishes were matching each other.