Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!

Long Friday and peace in the house, baking Easter bread and my long-time-favourite, French lemon pie. Slow cooking on a slow day.

Slow Cooking - something I feel strongly about, and found a kindred spirit in a Swedish author Lena Katarina Swanberg. 

I found her book Långsam mat och lugnare livet from Gothenburg, Sweden in an old-books-store Röda Ormen.

It arrived wrapped in thick old-fashioned brown paper as if they had understood that here comes something I will treasure and something that treasures the old-fashion ways of living & making slow food & sharing. 

Making Slow Food takes time but the rest is very simple. 

Good ingredients, wooden stove, cast iron pots and pans, wooden ladles, candle holders...

And if you feel tired, you just make a cup and read the paper. Ps. My true servant from DDR, the orange wondermixer, almost 40 years old...

No to-dos. The rest can wait. It was not me who decided I have to hurry.

Light the candle, gather the dear near, enjoy. The sweet is good for the soul.

Choose the most beautiful way even if it isn't always the fastest.

Ps. the Easter bonfire of Rumar village is lit on the Pellas field at 7.30 p.m. tomorrow - take your own sausages & soda, wellies and warm to wear, wellcome!

For the Earth

Our candle light dinner this year consisted of  vegan Shephard's pie and Manoush-bread. Recommend!

With the Tengmalm's owl calling from the home forest and a basket full with candles to light our village centre we walked in the dark evening.

Lazy Sunday morning after all the Earth celebrations - tea & Mopoly.

To be happy, to have a good life, this is enough.

And on a morning like this I want to believe that every hour can be for the earth.

That it isn't a game but a fair play where we all win.

The Archipelago Way

The ring road connects the islands and the islanders and every day the nature and the light is new even if the road is the same. 

Winter. Frozen ferry and sleepy islanders on their way to work to the mainland or to the next island. 

Time to watch the birds, do the make-up, read the newspaper, take a nap, say hello to friends.

Sea smoke rising. The special voices of ice building.

M/S Eivor, our route to the far-most islands of Korppoo and Nauvo, year around.

Towards the spring. Misty mornings and visitors arriving.

And magical moments - hard to believe it is an ordinary morning in the archipelago.

Ohoy, today we need the stars! We are joining The Earth Hour again and our farm is lit only by the candles tonight. 

https://www.earthhour.org/tracker 

Can you find us from the map?

Hope you join us!

Love 

Maarit

Visiting the southern neighbour and Miss Spring

I had already for a longer time dreamt of visiting my cousin Jonas from 19th century.

Many decided to emigrate to USA and so did his ancestor who was from the family line of younger brother - the elder kept the family estate, that is my ancestor and his had to seek for an own.

But before the whole family had travelled there the head of the family died and a baby girl was born "half way" to America, in Denmark. She was the grand-mother of my cousin Jonas that I had never met. It became a real holiday adventure. We both met my cousin Jonas who was a wonderful person and had time to see around his beautiful and interesting home town Copenhagen.

We had rented this lovely flat from the Princess Street...

AirB&B, we recommend! Our host had a great taste of music, too.

We love to walk! 

The danes love to cycle! Here's a parking place for thousand bikes!

We also tried to absurb the Hygge - that is to relax, sit in a cafe for hours, chat and enjoy, candles, Chai latte, smörrebröd and cakes....

Kafé Kys

All the time in the world.

Bike stands in the tube... We used to trains to take a look outside the capital and visited the old capital.

Love the train stations! You can reach the whole world. We got to Roskilde.

Roskilde was the town of vikings, of Harald the Bluetooth! Of the remains of old ships they had built copies and this beauty had sailed all the way to Ireland!

All the kings and queens were buried here in the Roskilde Cathedral...

And the shops...

and the treasures!

And Miss Spring.