Him/ Autumn is coming . Leaves flying around and the morning fog often floats through the woods until dark . Here and there the fog tears apart, and wads of white cotton let the sun rays through colored tree sky. Winter is coming and mirage of the sun won´t warm frozen hands . But who would stay at home .... Mosquitoes have given up and are holed up somewhere and our dogs are hiding in the hallway ... well you brought us up :) Today I use the last chance to cuddle with my motorbike. I´m buffing chrome and brushing carb, looking forward to annoy the neighbors again , bubbling - pata - puty - paty - puty...
She/ I bake a plum cake today. I like the sweet smell of baked plums with butter. I always look forward for the fall. I feel peaceful melancholy. Trees dangles in the wind as the dancers at the end of disco and I 'm drinking tea and looking through the windows how everything changes . I love the peace . I prepare a special lunch . It's just three months since we moved in . In the afternoon I´ll unpack the last few boxes. I have so much of the women´s junk , but fortunately there's my biggest closet in the world. Well , actually, I think it will fit:)
Them/ This is our home . Fitted in between trees as an old polypore. And here we are as small mumins living and enjoying the dreamy views to the forest .