We are planning a move so our house will be for sale in a couple of months. Even though we are looking forward to the change and hoping for a new way of life it's a sad story saying goodbye to this much loved house. I keep telling myself that home is where we are and that everything has and end but still. I really truly love this house. The creaking of the stairs, the yearly struggle to fit the Christmas tree in our small living room,  the names we have for all the places/spots where things can get lost. "Go look on the mosaic shelf" "Have you checked the kiosk?" I do not consider myself a nostalgic person but I find myself spending my evenings going through my photo archives searching for pictures of this home. Sometimes just looking, sometimes, like with these, juggle about in photo shop. These two photos show a little bit of what I love about this house. The living room/kitchen floor is always a little bit too hot, the light always very warm. The upper, bedroom floor,  is cool and the light grayish. This post is totally therapeutic. There will be more. And I will get over it. 

 

We have a wonderful porch facing the back garden. This year we have used it for storage. A waste. Now the kids and I are working on reclaiming the porch. Cleaning and sewing. The sewing is hilarious because I really can't sew. Anyway, these are the colors I've chosen. Everyone is hesitant about the pink except me. I think it will look great.

The garden is out of control. It's a jungle of overgrown perennials and weed. These are the sweet spots.

It's a blueberry year. We went out and picked for a couple of hours today and will do so tomorrow as well. I feel rich.

We are at home. Loads of free weeks a head. I lay in bed with cross word puzzles, the kids play with friends, lego or video-games. The garden is a mess, as is the house. I tried to capture the state of the house but the camera makes mess beautiful. Tomorrow we have a grand opening to look forward to. There will be a lot of cookies for sale in my garden...

And back home. Isn't this what roses are made for? Climbing through fences, up trees, embracing entrances. Ghislaine the Féligonde and unknown clematis.

We went to Denmark and Legoland. Then we stayed for a week with dear family in Malmö. These pics are from their neighborhood. They have a view of Öresundsbron, the bridge to Denmark, from their bedroom window. We ran up there a few times and I wish I took more photos. The shoreline border is made of big stone blocks and among the big grey blocks, benches made of drift wood are almost hidden. We sat under the bridge, by the sea, feeling the greatness of life and felt thankful for our health and all the possibilities we have. Hallelujah.

archipelago of Karlskrona