Friday, 10 April 2015
This morning at nine o'clock, I was woken by my mother's call. "Sanni!" (She is the only one to call me that.) She neglected to mention what she was bringing my attention to, and it was only an hour later I understood what she meant. The tree people were in our yard: friends who had come to take down the trees throwing shadows over everything.
This is my friend's father.
I want to learn how to use a chainsaw.
Per-Eric explaining something to my father.
Thursday, 9 April 2015
Games in the evening
Stretches in the morning
Sofia trying out my mom's cover trousers from the eighties. Mamma said she last wore them when she was pregnant with Joel.
One evening the little face of a curious cat looked in through the window, and in the morning we found its tracks on the hard crust of snow.