2019-

A late post about the beginning of 2019.

Starting with frost and well deserved comforting warm snack.

Followed closely by the pleasure of snowy morning and long walk in the wood fogged by that etheral feeling a slim layer of snow can bring to any landscape. February is always a bit though on the mood, short days, low light, grey sky... A great combo to feel pulled down. Obviously a good ol' colorful breakfast is quite a great spell to ward off moodiness.

When finally March arrive and flowers starts to bloom all over the place, it's a tad too late; the moodiness has set it's flag upon your back and you gotta cast some more shinny breakfast spells and walks in the flowers before it finally accept to leave you alone until next winter.

Weird thing in all of that? 

I always miss the winter once it's gone.

 

Novembre.

Novembre.

In Polish, November literally means: "the month of the fall of the leaves".
I don't know much of Polish to be honest, but whenever I hear new things, I can't help loving how poetic that language can be.

As much as October was is the bright yellow month, the days of walk with big scarves and layered sweaters. November is the dark and silent month, with the daylight saving and the rainy long days.

I used to feel depressed in November, but as I grew wiser and older I started seeing the beauty of it all. The dark yet colorfull forest. The peace brought by all that silence, the endless rain and the frozen mornings .

CaribouLand.

Sooo.... I kinda moved to Canada for a few months. I arrived at the end of summer and Had the chance to see the famous Indian summer unleash it's fire. Sadly mycomputer died and I've lost a bunch of my pictures.

Food break.

Just for the pleasure of the eyes, a few of me summer and fall food break.

Some pitcures!

I haven't post pictures in a while, spring seems like a good time to share nice view of our tiny world!

falling

after a few days of nearly summer time, here come the real fall. The cold rainy fall, the fiery, windy fall.
It's cold outside so you hide deep down a mountain of blanket with a good smoky cup of tea. That's the kind of atmosphere which remind you what's truly important down here, on hearth, taking advantage of the simple tiny pieces of happiness that fall down your head everyday.

Once was a bird...

from over sea... with love.