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.
I just came back from a mountain holiday with my family. We lived in a little red cabin in the snow.
We're pretty sure all the furniture was made by hand. Isn't this the prettiest cloth?
The wallpaper in the tiny master bedroom
Brother Joel and Jacob tried out the kiddie beds.
This was my glamorous outfit for four days. Ain't I spiffy?