With age, I seem to be increasingly drawn to gardens, plants and flowers. When I feel stressed, or happy, or sad, or calm, I always feel better – happier or less stressed – when I go out into my parents fantastic garden with oak trees that are a couple of hundred years old, apple trees that are just turning five, raspberry bushes, green damp grass and the smell of life.
Pionies have become one of my favourite flowers – they grow right outside my parents´house and are really lovely to watch blooming, but the flower bud is almost lovelier, longing to burst.
Roses from Elsa.
What I will pick next week:
What I picked yesterday in fairytale-like forest:
These will end their days on a buttered piece of bread tonight, fried in butter with hint of white pepper.
But for today – I drink coffee and pep up for fall mysteries and inspirations.