Missing a Shoe?

Then it might have wound up on a beach near me.

More treasure from a magical beachtrip on the last day of 2011.

Tractor Tuesday

I love that further south  they drive their tractors to the McDonalds drive through. And to school. And to the mall.

They even have to prohibit them on the highway. But there aren't a lot of busses in Klepp, and tractors you can drive at 16.

Goats or Dogs

I'm not so sure.

(Can you see him smile?)

A Walk in the Woods

During our stay at the cabin in Erikstad Dad and I managed to go for a little walk in the woods. It has been mostly wet this summer, and the woods felt more like a rainforest than a broadleaf one.

In southern Norway oak trees are dominant. Most of the pine is planted. And inbetween there are these ancient looking firs. I love them. Like they are from dinasaur times.

They just marked the forest walk. It is right across the road from our cabin. Can you see the yellow dots?

I'm considering picking these clovers and selling them to restaurants. They have a delicious sour taste that goes well in salads.

The ground (and some of the tree branches) was covered in moss, adding to the rainforest feel.
 
Dad was looking for dinner.



I was just looking for mushrooms.



We both found the top of the mountain.

... and fortunately the moose didn't find us.

More pictures from our walk in my set on flickr.

Home Country

These shots are from Joa. It's an area in my home municipality, and I know it best from my summers picking carrots.

Had a beautiful walk with a childhood friend and her son. And although the weather didn't remind us anything about July, the walk did wonders for my inner country girl soul.

Thanks B.

Country Housescapes

Childhood memories. Something in every corner. My parents countryhouse fills me with the sweet melancoly of moments past.

Sorry about the blurryness. No electricity in the cabin, so lighting was a bit poor.

Home Grown

Onion flowers...

I've talked about it before, I'll talk about it again. I love home grown, home made, stuff. There is something really special about havesting fruits of your own (or others) labour. And there is nothing like the pride in peoples eyes when I express my appreciation.

Knutekål (knotted cabbage)

Peaches

Actually flowepods. But so cute, you want to eat them...

Oh My Goat

And I forgot to mention. They have goats. Gorgeous goats. And we don't eat them.

Farm Life

Already had my second trip down south this summer, and I'm sure there will be more. So much to smell, see and feel (including mozzie bites and ticks...). Although I'm not always that good at letting go of thoughts about home (especially now as we are working on our kitchen) I've managed to have complete moments of summer and nature blissfullness. It's almost a religious experience, and I find that when I have my camera with me it is even easier to notice things. Weird, but it's like I have more focus.

These pictures are from my best friends cabin. Her father is quite the gardener, and as I'm quite the foodie it is a great combination. So last weekend we came over for a barbie, and we threw together a salad of whatever was fresh in the veggie patch. Red, white and purple potatoes got pulled out of the earth. And for dessert: Freshly picked raspberries. Heaven.

And if we're out of food we go fishing. The crabs are beautiful!

Off to Paris

Had a beautiful week in the country, and now I'm off to Paris with my better half...

Some inspiration: Wild strawberries, and my Dads map-holder in the country house.