Little Christmas Eve has Sherlock Holmes weather

Hector and I habitually went out this morning to get the newspaper in the mailbox. I told him: "It's Sherlock Holmes weather!"
What on earth is Sherlock Holmes weather? To me the fog and mist with a warm glow from street lights and house windows was a reminder of Victorian London streets.
What about the popular Christmas song "Let it snow!" ? It says: "Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."
What exactly does "frightful" weather mean? When it snows at The Duck and Cherry, Arnfinn is thrilled. Lots of snow means skiing for him. The more the better. He is not a fan of Sherlock Holmes weather, which tends to melt away the new fallen snow we had yesterday.
Christmas Eve is tomorrow. It's true what Arnfinn said this morning: "Christmas comes and goes quickly." I am desperately trying to make Christmas linger longer.
Today is "invasion day" at The Duck and Cherry. Eight of our nine children and their families arrive the next hours, pluss an American couple, we do not know as yet, who would like to celebrate a Norwegian Christmas Eve.
Pictured above is this year's ginger bread bakery. I only burnt my finger once, as I glued the pieces together with melted sugar.
Now on to my chores before all the people I love the most enter my kitchen.

Invasion of the Cookie Monster

Christmas in Norway has many traditions.One is to bake 7 different kinds of Christmas cookies. I used to bake several different kinds, but noticed that the family has certain favorites. Now I bake what I know they love the best. Everyone's favorite is "Pinwheel Cookies", recipe from an old 5 Roses, A Guide to Good Cooking, which was given me by my Canadian sister-in-law.
Yesterday I decided to bake chocolate chip cookies and literally turned into the cookie monster himself! I cannot resist warm, soft and chewy chocolate chip cookies, accompanied by a large glass cold milk. Mmmmm!!! Yummy!
The Duck and Cherry smells of Christmas. The tree is straight from the woods, cookies in the oven and the Christmas meat is thawing for our traditional dinner come Saturday.
And to top it all off, the ground outside was sprinkled with a powdered sugar coating during the night. Time to welcome Bing Crosby into the living room.

Today's water color is one I made for a Christmas song book I was asked to illustrate a few year's ago.

The joyous queen of to-do-lists

I am a self-proclaimed queen of to-do-lists.
I actually enjoy staring at my lists of short- and longtermed projects, activities, chores and assignments.
Crossing off completed tasks brings joy, joy, joy!
Sometimes (read quite often) I jot down things I have already done. Why? Oh, it's very encouraging! Then I can look at my list and tell myself: "Heidi, you have really gotten a lot done today!"
It's very uplifting.
Today my list is full of preparations for the Holidays. All in all, the hours of the days before Christmas Eve will probably not cover the time all my scribbled necessary pre-Christmas chores will take.
Solution? I will write down some things on the lists that are just fun!
Man is that he may have joy! And I believe Christmas is especially a time to pick and choose fun things to do.
The dust bunnies will obviously have to hibernate.

Today's water color was painted in 2011 and is called "Winter Party".

A zillion and one goals!

Hector, the Wheaten Terrier, has set goals for the year 2012.
1) I will have all four legs on the floor when I am very happy.
2) I will not steal everything in sight (and out of sight) and bite it to pieces.
This note with goals is now posted on the refrigerator door and I will keep reminding him about it. The goals are sensible and hopefully reachable.

Have you set your goals for the new year?
I remember Tiffanys goals when she was little: learn the alphabet, tie shoe laces etc. I would prefer secretly keeping goals, but have found out that in order to grow and progress, I sometimes have to report to another person. So I have both: the reportable kind and a few I keep to myself. But all in all, goals are important and I enjoy setting them and working at improving my life.
That's so great about this life, isn't it - everyday we can learn something!

Prepared is everything!

People come and go at the Hotel Duck and Cherry. We love it. This weekend, in-laws from northern Sweden came by and spent a couple of days with us. Our lives are enriched by friendships and relationships.

I believe, that good friends are an important part of preparedness. Being in need goes around in circles. Friends are important when you need someone.

William Shakespeare declared one of his wisest sentences when he wrote: "Being prepared for everything, is everything!" Preparedness is more than storing extra wheat and dried beans. That's what the ten virgins discovered, too.

Now in this specialest of special months - December - I would like to prepare for the celebration of the birth of the king of kings!

Be wise like the wise men in my water color, and look for the star!

Are summersalts on the ice necessary?

Walking Hector has turned into a life threatening experience!
Yesterday the world around The Duck and Cherry turned into an ice skating rink. Yes, its light, lovely, and serene, but soooo slippery!
The first fall was hilarious. One of those flips on the ice that hits you by the ankles and throws you into a horizontal position on the ground in no time at all. I wished AFV was there with a candid camera. Culprit: Hector and his long leash.
The second fall was far worse. I fell on the ice as Hector and I had our afternoon walk. The back of my head hit the icy ground, shaking the largest pine trees on the road behind the house, by the sheep fence. I thought I might faint, but picked myself up and tried to continue on the way back home. It was getting dark and a lady emerged in the mist. "What a nice dog you have", she said cheerfully.
I answered: "I'm sorry, but I'm crying. I just hurt myself."
I am grateful nothing broke on my fifty pluss body. But I am left with a lump on the back of my head, a headache, a body that feels like it's been beaten, and a red left jaw, that hurts when I try to move my jaw (which is when I eat, yawn, or speak!). Arnfinn thought it might be a difficult day for me, as speaking is part of opening my jaw - and subsequently painful. Funny you, Arnfinn!
Oh, well. "This too shall pass!" - which is my own proverb, and one I tell myself, when days are tough.
And it usually does.

I will buy that ugly tree!

It has been my job to buy a Christmas tree for the family every year. It's a chore I am happy to do. Christmas with all the trimmings is a joyous festival to me.
When we lived in Okinawa, Japan, I would stand in line with little Tiffany for three hours, waiting for my turn to buy a pine tree imported to the island for the military personell. It was worth it. Christmas would have come with or without that tree, but it sure made a decorative living room to have one.
After that I have bought Christmas trees for our family's celebration in several different countries. Sean and Linnea soon became my co-partners in seeking out a tree, even though they had a hard time agreeeing which one to choose.
I believe my favorite story is from Norway. I decided a few years ago to travel way out into the countryside, into a wooded area, where someone sold freshly cut trees. I looked around at the various trees he had for sale, short and tall, skinny and fat....and which one did I choose? The ugliest one he had! It had no top, it had been chopped off. It was thin on one side, kind of misplacement of branches, one could say. It was not a picture perfect tree by any means. Why did I buy that one? For some strange reason, I looked at it, and felt sorry for it. "No one will ever buy that tree," I thought. "I have to bring it home and give it a good Christmas."
I bought it - and I paid a good price for it - brought it home, and did extensive trimming and fixing of the branches to make a cone shaped tree with a top. It was so lop-sided, I had to tie it to the stairwell, so that it wouldn't topple over.
So, it wasn't the perfect tree. Who cares? It was my tree, I chose it. It has made a fun story for my husband to tell friends over and over again.
Christmas is about feelings, isn't it? Feelings about tradition, creating joy, love, peace, and harmony in our homes. And hopefully these feelings will spread from our homes, and out the front door and into the neighborhood and eventually into the world.

Dancing in the first snow

I am sure Hector danced the whole walk last night. Why? There was snow! White fluffy, newfallen snow. It made the evening walk light and cheery. It made my puppy exhiliratingly happy. It kept his paws clean.

I am painting a summer fairy today, with butterfly and all. My head is switching back and forth between the white snowy view out the window and the water color pad with flowers and summer colors on the table in front of me. Confusing. But I can do it! If a brain can switch between languages in the same sentence, it should be able to switch seasons at the wink of an eye. If I can remember my name, I'll be OK.

Today's water color is a winter fairy called Nora Sofie.

Why Christmas music?

It's the month that I call Christmas! First of December starts the official Christmas music month at the Duck and Cherry. Every year I buy 1 or 2 (or more) Christmas CD's. This year Michael Bublé's new CD is part of our collection of Christmas music.
This collection is carried down in a large basket and put on the floor in front of the stereo for easy access all month long, and we put some CD's in the car to listen to when we run errands.
Yesterday Linnea, our son-in-law Thomas and I were part of a large choir at a Christmas concert. We have been practicing since September. It was wonderful. The church was full, people were happy and the spirit was strong.
There is something special about Christmas music. It lifts the feeling in our hearts to new dimensions, it makes us want to be good and kind, it takes us back to cherished memories from a childhood Christmas, from our youth or maybe Christmas last year.
Why Christmas music? I dare you to try it, if you haven't been smitten yet.
Christmas music truly touches my heart, and I am so grateful for the good spirit it brings and the knowledge that Christmas is all about Christ.

Dogs and their owners

Ever seen the Disney movie "101 Dalmatians"? I love the part in the park, when different people walk their dogs - and each dog owner and his or her four-legged friend look alike. But, have you noticed? This is often true.We have a town architect who walks by The Duck and Cherry with his two long-legged elegant Afghans. You should see him with them. They look like they're related! Their hair even looks the same.On our street there's Albert, the St Bernard. His family consist of large people, friendly and good-natured. Next door there's Madonna, a little Bichon Frisé, fits right in, too. The neighbor on the left has a Chow Chow called Thai. His owner is happy and strong-willed just like him. Her hair is not quite as bushy, but nevertheless....Clutch, the black Labrador across the street is perfect for his beautiful dark-haired and sporty "mother". The list goes on and on. A short-legged Dachshound, a funny Cairn Terrier, etc. etc. Dogs pass by The Duck and Cherry every day, on both sides of the house.Right now a looks-like-perfect dog lies on a quilt on the floor next to me. He is quiet and calm - resting happily. Enjoy it while you can, I tell myself. It usually does not last for long. Being a one year old Wheaten terrier is certainly challenging. Any little noise or movement triggers the playful, crazy puppy.I tell my hairdresser, Christine, that I don't like having every hair in place. Hector's woolen fur coat is like that, too. I like him like that. He is loving, obedient and playful. I like that too. A good combination. I wouldn't mind him calming down a little though. In another year maybe....

To light or not to light

So much for untangling the out-of-doors Christmastree-lights! Hmmff! I untangled them, but every year the same problem arises: We have no electrical outlets outside!
I bought a new string of lights. Hector finished off the ones we had last year. "Naughty dog, Hector!"
Anyway, in the rain, wind, and end-of-November darkness - and with nice new led headlights on my forehead, I struggled to figure out how to solve the problem this year.
I tend to take sneak peeks into neighbor's yards to see how long their electrical cords are, what kind they have and how they hide them. There are many strange things to spy on the neighbors for, but this must be one of the weirdest.
So many of our neighbors have lovely lights on bushes and trees in their yard. I can enjoy looking at those, until I solve my trivial problems.

Real Chinese food

So grateful for the beauty and richness of knowing people from different cultures and bakgrounds. We all like to believe that our little hometown is what you would say in Norwegian "the navel of the earth", but what an eye opener it is to feel like a minority at times.

My first experience with this was as a 19 year old, newly married I came to Mississippi, and just grocery shopping was an awakening. I would be the only white customer and was addressed as "ma'am". The next few years we lived on the Mexican border, southern States, in Japan, and several European countries. I am so grateful for these encounters with life as it is. Shopping in the early morning hours at a Japanese market or buying material at the market in Seoul are experiences I appreciate. And how about Christkindlmarkt (Christmas market) in Austria? Incomparable!

But we don't have to travel far away from The Duck and Cherry to live and learn like this. Saturday we were invited to Chinese friends. 8 wonderful Chinese dishes adorned the dining room table, and we ate with chopsticks and tasted fish, meats, spring rolls, cabbage etc. the authentic way - and with chopsticks! Arnfinn did a great job eating the whole meal with two little sticks, and we listened to stories about the way of life and history of this great old country. Wonderful!

Linnea had told us after she returned from living in China, that Chinese restaurants were not the same as eating in China. She is right. Authentic is better!

When Tiffany was little she drew a picture of a large house with many windows. I asked her what it was, and she explained that it was a house where everyone is friends, even thought they come from different countries! She's special!

Today's fairy water color is called "Storm from the East".

Untangling lights

It's time to untangle the Christmas tree lights. Not the ones for the indoor tree (those will have to wait another couple of weeks), but for the sturdy tree outside our front door. In three days we'll celebrate the first Sunday of Advent. There will be four Sundays of Advent before Christmas arrives, and the lights outside and in the windows, as well as the candlestick with the four candles need to be dug out of the boxes in the basement.

One of our neighbors jumped the gun and lit the tree in front of their house last week. That's helpful for Hector and I, who always pass that way for long walks in the foggy November evenings.

Last winter Hector ate some of the lights stringed up outside. Since the cord of lights consequently went the way of all the world (it died), I need to see if we have another one stacked away or if I need to purchase new lights.

I don't even want to start listing all the things Hector has chewed to pieces his first year at our house, but I believe pens are at the top of the list. He lurked around the living room the other day, carrying my glassses between his teeth. Fortunately I calmly got a hold of him before he started playing with them. Expensive toys! And we still love him!

Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving today!! I am so grateful for our lives here at The Duck and Cherry.

Is it OK to get frustrated?

I am not going to discuss dieting on this forum, but a few things are important to know:
1. The word diet makes your body think that food is wonderful and exciting
and
2. It's important eat in a way that makes you healthy, wealthy and wise and not cranky, mean and self-absorbed. Food should not be a religion.
I have been wondering the last few days (coming from a person who rarely gets upset about anything) - is it OK to get frustrated with the people who are making money on low-carb diets, which have caused the production of butter and bacon in Norway to have big problems?
The stores are empty. No bacon, no butter! Use margarine in the Christmas baking and cooking? - I don't think so! It's rude to make money on a diet and have a whole country suffer for it.
So, now I have said it, and obviously I am upset about it.
On the other hand, chocolate is fortunately not out of production. Norway has some of the best chocolate in the world! A little chocolate every day makes me very happy. How about you?

Blessings of a good harvest!

I am thankful for Thanksgiving!
32 people showed up at The Duck and Cherry this year. We celebrated Thanksgiving on Saturday, as Norway has no tradition - or day off - on the fourth Thursday in November.
Our little living room was filled to the rim. I did not even know all the guests, but I love it when my children bring their friends over. Two turkeys, tons of potatoes, stuffing and more, along with 7 pies for dessert, proves a happy, gobbly celebration. Everybody sang along this year, and Andrea and Thomas and Co. stayed for a while after the other guests had left. Arnfinn and I were happy, tired hosts.

When you think about it, there is so much to be grateful for. We are a blessed people. I love the words to a hymn: Count your many blessings, name them one by one, and it will surprise you what the Lord has done.

Be surprised today! Count your blessings!

Enjoying traditions

I have often heard my children tell their friends: "It's great! We always do this....and we always do that!" It makes my heart happy to know that all the hard work from upholding family traditions at The Duck and Cherry are worth it. To have family members tell others how excited they are about Thanksgiving, Christmas and other holidays and special occasions, is wonderful. Traditions are important. They are a combination of anticipation, hope and safety.
It's not that our traditions are overwhelmingly exciting or even record breaking in any way, but they are ours and we love them. Well, not everybody loves every detail of our celebration that much.

Here's the thing. On Thanksgiving 20-30 big and little people gather in our small kitchen/dining/living room. Extra tables are carried in, decorated with autumn colors, candles and pewter.
Thomas, our nephew cuts the turkey, (He is always first to let us know he'll be there for Thanksgiving. He affirms the appointment right after summer has let go), and a few of us get all the food stuff ready and presentable as a buffet on the long kitchen counter by the windows.
We sit down. We bless the food and our bounty and the feasting begins.
Mid-through the meal we take a few minutes to say what we are grateful for. Everyone has a go. Everyone, except my sister, who is a little shy. We gracefully skip her, knowing she has a thankful heart. But this is an important tradition. Being grateful is a recipe for happy living, and saying it out loud confirms it even more.
Then for entertainment between turkey and pie, we sing! Yes, we sing happy Christmas songs. We have made a leaflet and religiously go through the songs from A to Z.
Now, this is not a favorite with everyone. There are those who wonder why "The twelve Days of Christmas" actually has to have 12 verses - every year!

But my favorite sing-a-long memory is when our son-in-law, Robert, came to our house for the first time. It was Thanksgiving. The young man sat next to me, his girlfriend's mother. How scary isn't that? Then we started singing. The poor guy had no choice. He wanted to make a good impression on Anya (who sat across the room playing the piano) and her family, so he sang joyously, and we loved it - and him - for it!
After the last song "Over the River and Through the Woods" ends with the words "Hurrah for the Pumpkin Pie", we eat pie. Still full and content, we manage a thin slice of several of the 6 or so homemade pies.
It's just as fun every year. I agree with Tevje, from "The Fiddler on the Roof": Traditions are important!

Hunting for the perfect turkey

You would think that the Pilgrims and Indians worked hard hunting for the perfect turkey in the 1600's. But I claim the statement, that going to four different grocery stores, just to return to the first one again, is time-consuming and tedious.
Norway has little turkeys!! I stood there watching the cartons of Thanksgiving fowls, wondering if I should purchase one huge turkey, two medium or three small ones. Huge are not avaiable in this country, medium - maybe, and small - a few, even though the shop keeper told me that turkeys will arrive closer to Christmas. But by Christmas, Thanksgiving will be past tense! I had to have one today!! I needed time to thaw the bird and was excited to cross it off my mile-long shopping list for the family Thanksgiving party at The Duck and Cherry on Saturday.
So I made a decision. I bought a small 4 kilo bird at one store, in order to go back to the much more expensive store to find an 8 kilo turkey. But miracles do happen in 2011. By the time I returned to the first store, the price had been changed drastically and it was even cheaper pr kilo than the small turkey. I was happy. It made up for having to pay an arm and half a leg for the pecans.

Is the customer always right?

Is it true that the customer is always right? This is the philosophy punched into any cheerful behind-the-counter worker. I worked in a Health Food store for several years and my experience is that the customer is not always the one with all the great answers in life.
One day a lady entered the store wanting low carb wheat flour. (Just that tells you how much she knew....) Her first line was something like this: "You probably don't know about this!" But that was not all. She continued to tell me that I most likely did not know anything, in between being shown all the low carb items we had in the store. After hearing for the umpteenth time that she could tell on my face that I knew nothing, I told her enough is enough, upon which she immediately stopped accusing me of ignorance and bought a bag full of things I had shown her.
Patience is a virtue! But the truth shall set you free! Sometimes the lady behind the counter is the one who is right.

Cold Dishwashing Liquid

So one morning happily opening the refrigerator door to prepare breakfast for my beloved, what did I see, but a very cold bottle of dishwashing liquid. I started laughing. Arnfinn's first comment: "Well, I did not do it!" I looked at him and had to admit that I might have been the culprit. Just then Anya came down the stairs and admitted the same as I had: "I could have done that!" beautiful Anya said.
Have you ever put something in the wrong place or surprisingly found something in an unthought area of the house? I admit it. I am that kind of person. I have been proud of being the person in the home, who basically knows where everything is, but it's not really true. Not anymore. I spend more and more time looking for things I unconsciously misplace. A waste of time really. Why do things have to hide from view, when you have so little time to look for them? It's not very nice.
If you have time to laugh about missing items turning up in strange places, by all means - do it heartily.

I love Sundays!

Another water color exhibition has come and gone. This was one of the pictures that found a new home yesterday - The Mezzosoprano! Silje bought it. She said it reminded her of me. Funny! First of all - I am not blue!

Today is Sunday. I love Sundays. It's a wise God, who said that we need to rest one day a week. It's a day different from the rest, a day to go to Church and a day to remember what's important in life.

It's also a day to have hot chocolate with whipped cream,

go for walks with someone cute,

work on family photos or histories,

and to have someone over for dinner.

Enjoy Sundays!

The day the dog ate my panty hose!

Ever had one of those days? Not me....
If that had been true, I would never have appreciated days the dog left my panty hose alone. (Still have not reach that state of bliss yet). Hector is wonderful - and learning, just like me.
My mother used to say: "Everyone is dumb, when I am not in a good mood". I have often wondered why she said that, because she seemed to always be cheery and sweet to everyone.
She made anyone feel loved. It did not matter if he was a king or a pauper.
She also had another saying that I have appreciated. Translated into English it would go something like this: "Life is like a day at school, with sorrow and joy as your main classes. You enjoy the classes of joy the most, but learn more from the classes of sorrow."
Today has been a good day. I woke up excited about my work, looking forward to being creative and preparing the exhibition on Saturday.
So what if Hector eats my panty hose from time to time. He's learning - and so am I.

Who is the same as what?

Who is the same? What is it to be the same? I am certainly not the same! The same as what? The same since when?

I am reminded of the time when Tiffany, our oldest went to Preshool, or Joyschool, as it was called. We lived on Okinawa. We as mothers, alternated teaching the children twice a week. I have a photograph of a blonde curly headed Tiffany, sitting with her friends - one black, one Japanese, one with brown hair, one with blue eyes etc. Which one is the same? They were all wonderful children. Each and every one a child of God and loved by Him.

It is the beauty of mankind that we have been given a variety of talents, different looks and a multitude of abilities and personality traits.

My father was good with music. As a young man he wanted to join the Salvation Army and play music in their band, but when he found out that they all wore the same uniform, he changed his mind. He was certainly not the same - not by a long shot.

I felt the same as a teenager. I did not want to dress the same as my friends in school. Did that make me a rebel? Maybe. But it made me feel like I was me - not someone who disappeared in the crowd.

It has made it easier for me to understand, when our children have wanted to be different. It's all in the family!

I am still trying to find out who God intends me to be.

(Water Color "Blomster-Line" by Heidi Morrell Andersen)

When life gives us a lemon

Things don't always turn out the way we want! People will sneak ahead of you in line at the grocery store. Groceries will roll out of their respective bags and find new places in every corner of your trunk in the car on the way home from the grocery store. (I tend to loudly scold them for that on the way home.) Eggs will fall on the floor and break, as you eventually try to put those groceries away in the kitchen pantry.

Our mountain wandering took Arnfinn by surprise, as his right boot decided to stay in the marshes, tired of walking and willing to make a new home there among the grasses and wildlife. I saw him standing there, thinking he had stept in too deep. "Dids you get wet, Arnfinn?" "Wet?" he answered. "My boot is in the marsh." This picture of him is the epidomy of what we should do, when life gives us a lemon. Many situation are actually quite funny, if we put aside normalities and prejudices.

A petition for flying brooms

Halloween has come and gone. last year I dressed up as a witch and scared the children, when I answered the door. Maybe that's why we did not have many visitors trick-or-treating this year? I don't know. The problem was, I could not find my witch hat (and nose) yesterday.
So I hung up the two flying brooms next to the front door and lit two torches, as Linnea had stolen the pumpkin I had outside, only to return it later carved and wonderful. She put a light in it and it was very decorative.
Three missionaries came by, very happy to dig into the candy bowl.
I have a petition for the use of flying brooms. They are great. These are my positive points for acquiring a good broom:

lightweight, uses little space in garage or house
does not use expensive fuel
does not pollute
very easy to park in town, or just carry it with you
has natural A/C
requires little maintenance
teaches you balancing
gives you a great view
is fun to fly

Need I say more? Why everyone keeps buying cars - beats me!

INVITATION!

Water Color Exhibition at The Duck and Cherry
Saturday 12. november 2011 Time: 12-16pm

Pictures to choose from for young and old - and for Christmas presents.
Good prices.

WELCOME!!

Eljarbø Studio

The treasure hunter

Hector, the Wheaten terrier, is a true garbage collector. He finds treasures along the way during our walks in the neighborhood. Yesterday he found a discarded empty chocolate milk carton on the sidewalk. He proudly carried it along and hid it somewhere else.

Today he found it again, carried it to yet a new hiding place, obviously to confuse anyone who would try to steal his treasure. This evening - same procedure - the empty (by now dirty and a little torn) milk carton was dug up and hidden among the fallen leaves on the ground behind the bakery at the top of the street.

I am amazed how he remembers from day to day, where he hid his garbage, excuse me, treasures, and how happy and pleased he is with himself for being so secretive.

Two more days left of my exhibition in Oslo at Gallery
Deichman at Røa.

This fairy water color is called "Before I go to sleep".
She is enjoying a whirlwind flight in her nightgown before bedtime.

Thanksgiving Invitations 2011

Thanksgiving invitation were sent out today to the 20-some family members, who enjoy eating turkey, smiling, being grateful, eating more, singing happy Christmas songs and eating pie. It's the time of the year, when I wish I had two or three ovens to accomodate all the freshly baked pies and goodies. It's also the time of year, when I wish our living room was more spacious.
But it's a tradition we seriously uphold. So we sit just about on top of each other, and it's somehow OK. It's a time for us to enjoy family, cook together, sing as one and be thankful for the harvest and blessing in our family. What a blessing to be together!

Come home

I grew up with parents, who opened up their home to people who needed a place to sleep for a night or maybe 6 months. As my room was the "available" room in the apartment, I would bring my dolls or whatever and sleep in my parent's room. I didn't mind. This was how our family was. How wonderful my parents were to open up their hearts and space to others. They fed them, conversed with them and helped them feel loved and special.
The Duck and Cherry has also been an open house for sleepovers and large family meals. We enjoy it that way. The children bring friends over for dinner and a movie and they often end up sleeping over. Grown-up children come back and stay with us for periods of time between apartments, and friends come by to spend the night, when they are in the area.
We love it. It gets messy, yes, there's undoubtably a lot of food to cook and numerous bed linens to wash, but hey, I have a great washing machine and a grocery store right down the hill. I have a sunny kitchen with room for many helpers.
Friendship and family relationships are what it's all about. This is what we bring into the next life. This is something that makes us happy and helps us grow.
I have some philosophies about life and living that makes my days better. One of them is: "I love it, when our children come home to visit and make a mess, because that means they are home!"

Season fairy-Autumn

Check out the exhibition at Deichmanske Gallery at Røa, Oslo, Norway. Fairies galore, funny chicken and colorful water colors.

On y va! Let's go!

It's the feeling of standing on the starting line, one foot in front of the other, gently rocking back and forth waiting for the pistol to shoot. And bang! Off we go - but wait a little. Running is not really my forte, so pacing the stride to a comfortable trot is more like it.
It's a beautiful sunny day in October at The Duck and Cherry. Hector, the Wheater Terrier has had his morning training and was bribed with a slice or two of cheese, his favorite treat. Arnfinn is off to work after a being served a bowl of oatmeal accompanied by the local newspaper. Linnea is getting ready for work. her hair wild and crazy, still up in a bun from yesterday. It was lovely yesterday. Today it is just funny. Marisa, a cousin from Switzerland is trying to go back to sleep after having Hector jump on her. Poppy, the parakeet has her head in the feeding cup in her cage in the kitchen, singing happily between bites. And me - I chose getting my blog started instead of getting dressed for work. Now that that's done, I'd better get going. Happy creative day!