Well, technically it’s fall but still. We can also enjoy the pleasures of fall. The light. Being semi young in this in credible town and watch new students arrive. The smell of late night lectures and setting sun. The light. I love it. It’s different depending on the season but oh, so lovely no matter what time of the year it is. You just have to stop and look at it.
First day of the new university semester. This is, finally and from what I can tell right now, my last semester at uni. When the tundra rose blooms, the sky feels higher and the air smells of ripe apples, that’s when school starts and you know it’s fall. It means the start of something and fresh books and new pens. It’s easier to breathe and anything can happen.
It makes me wistful but it’s good, it’s familiar and comforting. There will always be a new fall and the beginning of a new school year. It’s safe and maybe every school year is not super exciting but this year is. It feels great.
My love for gradient yarn is no secret. I just love it. But yarn is not the only thing that can be gradient. Today I saw these houses on my walk and it made me so happy. I would love to meet the person who came up with this, it’s so clever. He or she must have had so much fun doing this and the people living here, I really hope they appreciate this lovely idea. Gradient row of houses, what a thing!
To be able to have dinner and a drink outdoors at a restaurant, that’s one of the best things about summer. Tonight I was able to have both, together with friends and family, and it was great. And yummy too!
When I was a teenager I once read a book about some kind of spooky mystery. It wasn’t a quality book but it was some kind of escapism and that’s sometimes all you need. I don’t remember much of the plot, I don’t even remember the title (there might have been some kind of cursed doll house in there…?) but I do remember one thing: the weather. Throughout the book the heat is paramount. It’s hot, it’s sticky, it’s smelly, it’s suffocating and it’s just awful. Everybody is suffering. It’s the kind of heat that is almost scary, there is nothing likeable about it. At the end (when the cursed doll house is supposed to be revealed somehow…?) the heat come to its peak and results in a huge and terrifying thunder storm. As readers and watchers of thrillers will know, a thunder storm means trouble.
Not to me though. I love thunder storms. They are a bit scary, I admit that (especially this morning when we were woken up by thunder just above our building), but that’s also the thrill of it. We can do so much these days but nature will always be able to kick our ass and a thunder storm is a great way to remind us of that. Today we’ve had a huge thunder storm and I’ve loved it. We’ve had a huge heat wave the past few weeks and it now culminated in a spectacular and exciting thunder storm. Me Made couldn’t have cared less about the thunder storm (I hope we will share the love of thunder storms in years to come though) but was happy the temperature dropped. The earth loved the rain, the street outside our building flooded and I have been giddy all day (also, I’ve been happy I didn’t have to go outside).
A summer filled with rain gets old pretty quickly but I sure love a good thunder storm every once in a while.
(And so far, I haven’t seen a single doll house all day, neither regular nor cursed. (It might not have been about a doll house. I wonder what it was though…)).
Today’s pleasure of summer is of course strawberries and flowers but most of all friends being in the area and dropping by. Summer usually means time off which means more time to do fun things like small trips which means visiting friends. Today my friend Fatou was in the area and dropped by. She brought strawberries, chocolate and a beautiful lily and she played with Me Made who seemed very pleased with the visit.
Last year for her birthday I made Fatou wrist warmers to match her hair. They were purple and petrol. This year, Fatou’s hair is blue…
A couple of years ago I was feeling like I couldn’t really enjoy my vacation and that I was missing out on summer while waiting for something else. I have the same feeling this year. I’m trying hard to create some memories from this summer. Two years ago I solved the problem by noting the pleasures of summer here in the blog and I’ve decided to do the same this year.
So, to start: today we had a very lovely breakfast outside, with scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, tea, toast, marmelade and much more. It was great, very tasty, very special and truly something to remember.
We’re having an incredible summer this year. It’s the warmest summer on over 70 years. I wish I could go swimming but that’ll have to wait till Me Made can come with. Maybe next summer. Then we’ll GP to the park, go to the lake and other nice outdoor activities.
I’m glad I planned my current knitting to be a cotton cowl, knitting in wool would be impossible. I might have to pause my project list and add another cotton project just because it’s too hot to even touch wool.
Next summer, that’s when we’ll do all of the fun things. I bet it will be a rainy one. Doh!
I’ve been wanting to make a little outing for quite some time. It’s a super hot summer and we’re a bit stuck in our equally hot apartment and I want to get out to see something different for a change. So yesterday Me Made, me and my mum went for a little outing to an old mill just outside of the town. We weren’t gone for long but it was enough to make feel like I’ve actually been doing something and taken advantage of the nice weather.
We looked at art and jewellry and I got a little crochet hook, size 0,6 mm, which is smaller than I had before (my smallest was 0,75 mm). I got it for a bargain too so now I need to start looking into beaded projects again. It will have to wait though, as I have my list, but it’s nice to know I have an even smaller crochet hook, should I need one.
Me Made was sceptical at first but then slept through it all. Me, I ended the outing with a very nice chocolate vegan cake.