I can’t even remember how many abandonded wood stoves I’ve seen in connection to old homesteads.
They revolutionised the world for so many women when they first came – it made it so much easier to cook food, bake bread… Having a open fire in a home was dangerous – embers could “jump” and set fire to anything flammable close to the fireplace. Walls and ceilings were constantly sooty because even if the chimney was made by a master craftsman, some of the smoke would always seep into the room.
This outhouse is standing close to the shore of the deepest lake in Sweden – Hornavan.
How about looking out through this window, while doing your thing?
Today I’d like to be in Inuvik, NT to celebrate Canada Day!
Almost exactly three years ago, I met -N- for the first time. He couldn’t speak any other language than his native Dari was worn out after a long and sometimes dangerous trip from the country where he and his family were living as refugees. At first we had to use sign language, bodylanguage and even pictures to communicate, but after only 6 months his Swedish was remarkably good. He had only attended secret schools held by people from his home country – so he was really starting from scratch.
Fast forward 3 years – and he has completed all but one course (geography) for his High School credits. This fall he’ll be starting college while getting his credits in geography at the same time. Yes, in a small place like my town, this is possible… Aside from being a top student he is also an accomplished athlete (snowboarding, downhill and soccer) as well as a genuinely nice person.
Yes, he’s now 18 – but don’t Think I will loose track of him just because of that!
Oh , -H- in this post picked up his two sisters and younger brother at the airport today. His Mother came two years ago (that’s another story for another blogpost).
I couldn’t believe my luck…
I was visiting an abandonded cottage at road’s end when she flew up right ahead of me.
The leaves actually have the scent of rosemary, but as they are very un-assuming, it’s hard to find them once the blossoms are gone.
This unassuming beauty is called mezereon or daphne – the flowers appears before the leaves and the berries are highly toxic.
Summer can be so many different things – a walk along a shore, a trip ina boat, losing your slipper, sleeping in a tent along the shore…
I’ve walked past this tree any number of times…
… and missed this wonderful outgrowth!