The Charm of December Days

When we manage to get out despite of the weather the colours and soft light feel comforting.

Over the Pellas fields into the home forest and back home with some greens in the basket.

Time before Christmas is filled with traditions - for me the 1st Advent is one.

To sing Hoosianna in our lovely medieval church. 

And baking the ginger-bread house... I love the ginger bread models. Many are made at my childhood village Hyyriä in Vähäkyrö, Ostrobothnia where they still have the knowlegde of the old craftmen. This years novelty, The Iron Lady, Eiffel Tower is though a memory from Paris.

...even if I manage to forget at least one plate in the oven every year... They are then called the perfum gingers, stored in an open jar on the top of the kitchen shelf...

Last Sunday it was our independence day which I began in church and then followed the ceremony outside by the graves of those died in the 2nd World War. 

Korppoo men.

It did taste nice to have some glögg and ginger breads back inside - and then home for the church coffee, a good black cup in the Sunday morning.

Another weekend with lovely moments ahead of us. Lucia, the girl with the light will visit our school already today, better remember my hankies... This is Christmas at its best to me, moments, silence, the near ones, sharing.