We have a nice patio or terrace in our garden, in between our two houses, but this is best after noon, when the sun is coming from the south-western corner, so in order to have a patio where we could have some morning coffee in the sun, we had to do it behind our shed, towards the east
and we bought a lot of sand and as I did when we build the shed, I moved soil from the square and put sand in instead. Then Bodil came and made it all the same height,
and brought the first bricks to the patio and more …
and then came the stones around the patio
and finally it was brushed and flowers around it , great teamwork
so now we are waiting for nice weather to test it before the kids and grandkids are coming !
Although I’m formally retired, I have not at all retired from making projects, on the contrary. Perhaps it is due to the fact that I have made projects all the way from my childhood, making a magazine for the school-class, making an information center as support for writing essays in school etc. festivals, research projects etc. etc. and sometimes people have asked if I have been asked to do it and in 95 % of the cases I have to answer, no, it’s my own idea !! so doing projects is probably a thing I’ll do as long as I’m physically and intellectually able to do it. One of the challenges in project work is to wait for other to collaborate, to wait for feed back etc. etc. and to avoid to become paranoid. One cure for that is to go out in the garden and work. That makes you tired, but you also see a result of all your efforts right away, when you weed, when you carry weeds from one place to another and empty the wheel barrows.
and when you sow and you see the small plants coming up and enjoy your previous sowing result in flowers
and when you weed and discover that you young oak has survived
that kind of garden work can really help when you are ready to quit all projects and close the projects right away etc.
have a nice garden day !
Here is the beach of Fanø, just outside the Danish west coast, viewed towards south. We lived there 10 years from 1985-95, until we moved to Norway. It looks pretty much as it did 20 years ago, but if you turn around and look north, you see this dunes growing and plants coming out and turn it into land, and an old friend told me, that some time in the future, we might walk to England instead of going by boat ! the world changes ! fascinating !
Next month, we are going on a week-long hike, so we have to exercise and practise hiking, so we went down to a third beach, Serup strand and walked until we came to a holy spring, known as able to do miracles, named after St. Mauritius all the way back to medieval ages, but restored recently and with completely fresh water before it enters out in the fjord fantastic to live in a place, where you can just walk to such beautiful places !
full of boxes with family archive, memories from travels in US, France, Norway, old t-shirt about whales in Northern Norway etc. etc. nice comfortable place to sit in my old overalls and write.
In 2001 I discovered the comfort, beauty and easiness of overalls ! here standing in Bernal Heights in summer 2001, in my “new” thrift Big Ben overalls. They were really dark blue.
It is difficult to recognise the dark blue overalls, but that’s how the evolve and get their patina and you can also see that pockets are decorated. On the legs you see they start to become thin ! and then I got in touch with Michelle Hoffee and got them turned into wearable art with old flour sacks. It is not a problem they are being used, on the contrary. They become overall art and tell a story.
Tonight, it is 37 years ago since my father passed away, and I remember as if it was last night. I had just turned 30 years old and was very eager and busy at that time, and now I would have liked to have had the opportunity to talk and discuss with my father a lot of things, not least about his life, which I now learn more and more about by reading all the letters he wrote back to his parents, when he was young and trying out to be a farmer in Canada. I heard some stories, but would have loved to hear more and discuss things, but he had a hard life and did as good as he could. I think my life is not so hard as his, but I have of course also had my challenges, but I feel it as a privilege to be healthy at my age and hope I can make it many, many years more. That leads to the big discovery, I made this weekend in my on-going genealogical studies, nothing less than breaking news in tracing my mothers ancestors.
The big forefather on my mothers side was a guy called Jacob Larsen, 1735-1819, who became the first owner of the family farm on an island not far from here. In the memoirs of my grandfather, my mothers father, he tells that his great-grandfather, this Jacob Larsen, originally came from a small hamlet, Sindrup, very close to here, about half an hour on bike from our farmhouse. so today I went on my bicycle and I also went to the Parish Churchin which not only Jacob Larsen was baptised in 1735, but also his father Lars Mortensen, in 1673 and even his father, Morten Jensen, in 1625, who was also buried here in this cemetery in 1723, 98 years old ! If my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather could do it in the 17th century, I can do it in the 21st century ! There is a great spirit here in this area and inside the church, you also see it where some of the history is shown in paintings about how the church burned down in 1742, the painting to the left, and how they rebuild it, the painting to the right and opened it again in 1743, the text in the middle, at the time where my great-great-great- grandfather was a little boy of 7. I think I have to stay here not only for good, but for having a good life together with Bodil and having family to come and enjoy the beautiful nature and good spirit.