It is true. We ran out of the house like escapists!
We sat in the smoke from the fire for ages!
OH! They joy of outdoor living! OH! My campfire… I have missed thee!
We dismantled, worked, cleaned up, ready the soil, ready everything.
We ate (the famous pickled herring)
We danced the sunshine dance
Measured the size of the trees and each other (I´m still to small to be their mother)
Measured the past and the future (they´re still small in a big world)
The flock is almost gathered now, the flock is almost complete
And the snow is almost gone.
Everything we own have been bought second-hand. Our house is build from trees (we took down our selves) and repurposed materials. It´s a mess. It´s chaos and disorder. It is ugly- but you know what? I don´t care one bit, not anymore, screw the picture perfect- this is LIFE!