Studded tires

My studded tires have given me strength and courage. We haven't got any snow yet but there have been mornings with frost and ice. I'm so pleased when I have the time to take the bike instead of the car. I know that there will become mornings with inches of snow but I hope I will make it at least some days in a week even though.

One more chance

It was in the afternoon and the sun went down from the sky to a very low level and caressed the treetops. The sunbeams left a magical light on the steeple. I was hurrying up, running on the frozen fields as the sun beguine to get down behind the forest. I felt like I was competing against the Sun herself. When I was close enough I raised the camera and pulled the trigger....

...nothing happend!

The battery was empty! I had been out for a while and it was a little chilly so I guessed that was the reason to the quick "quietus" of my battery. Oh, I was so disappointed that I had missed that chance.

Than something got into my head, some kind of fighting spirit. I didn't want to lose. I picked out the battery from the camera, opened up my jacket and placed it on the naked skin in my armpit. I stood there for some minutes and saw the sun getting lower and lower, but before it disappeared totally I took out the battery quickly to avoid the chill outside my jacket. And, pulled the trigger again....

....it worked!

But only once, but that didn't matter to me because the sun vanished and I returned home as a winner.

Seeking the roots

Yesterday I saw the start of the seconds season of the reality show Anything for Sweden. I followed the first season where ten  American participants return to a country that someone of their ancestors had left for about 100 years ago. Most of the ancestors had left a country that suffered with crop failure for a land where everything was possible and sometimes their only hope.

It sounds amazing but one in five residents left Sweden from 1800-1920 which was about 1.3 million, but some of them went back after some years like my grandfathers mother Frida. 

  

                                               

There are very much of emotions in the TV program when they get a chance to know more about the places and life that their ancestors had left. The winner on the first season was the charming priest Brian Gerard who talks about his experiences in the show Great Day Live

Worship of light

From one week to another

Going to work with the bike takes about 40 minutes so I have to get up quite early to be in time, and that wasn't any problem when it was as sunny and light as it was the morning when I stopped and took this photo. I really appreciate these mornings and even if I get a bit tired it also gives me energy for all I have to deal with during a day at school.

Sometimes I go by car with my husband (his working in the same direction), but with the bike hanging in the back of the car so I can take it when I go home in the afternoon. I guess that will be more common to me now as it's dark now in the mornings. But I have decided to make the bike more safe and put on the winter tires so I can handle the snow and ice....

......because that is what we have had in the beginning of this week. But now the snow is gone and I'm looking forward to a sunny day tomorrow.

Happy weekend!

Favorite place in October

I'm catching a moment when my youngest and I took the bikes and got out on this small island on the river. It was a  sunny Saturday and we brought some lunch and hot chocolate with us. I wanted to show her this wonderful place not far away from our house. I told her that I have been here all by myself earlier but now I enjoyed having her with me. We watched the migratory birds far away exercising for their long flying trip to warmer places. I love to come here especially in the autumn and now I remember that I also had written about it on the blog. 

This photo of my legs is from that post two years ago,  I still have those trousers when I'm out....

Sneaking in others garden

Morning in october with long shadows

Have been living in "my" town for about twenty years now but I still have thoughts about where I belong. When I visit my parents and siblings families who live in the village where I grew up it usually feels like I'm "coming home" and I think that I always have had some thoughts about going back ...some day.

A place for barbecue with friends

But something, I'm not shore about what it is, has begun to change. I remember my thoughts that Sunday morning when I did this walk through an area that I hadn't discovered before. I had passed it with the car hundreds of times, but too far away to really see the beauty. I realized that knowing a new place, even after twenty years, takes time and demands that you discover it from new perspectives. 

Have seen these allotments (community gardens) from a long distance but this morning I decided to walk close and take a look.  It was early and none of the owners where there and it wasn't any fence around it or signs about "unauthorized take no access!" So I walked around, enjoyed it very much and took some photos. But I couldn't help that I felt like a little snooper. 

I didn't plan this walk, I just got here so I only had my mobile to take the photos but I'm glad that I have it when there are occasions like this that I run in to something that means a lot to me.

Some allotments in other towns also have small cottages but this one only have gardens, but many of them had chairs and benches which was a surprise for me. I thought that they only cultured vegetables. But with so many beautiful flowers they must have something to sit on to admire it all. I guess this is a great possibility for those who live in apartments and now can have there own garden.

I guess that all community activities demands cooperation and this sign was about a "cleaning-day" to get together and also to eat hot-dogs!

Fall is here and we have had the first frosty mornings, my blogging has been a bit temporary as there are a lot of things going on but I'm thinking about you all my readers and wishing you all the best.