Cabin life is slow life.....for me. I wake up in the morning with no plans. I drink a cup of tea, I write my diary, I look out enjoying the view. Some days sunny, other days rainy. I listen to the birds. I walk out in the cabin garden.
I enjoy the flowers on the cherry tree and am pleased that we have a jar of cherry jam in the fridge, jam made by my father in law last autumn, when he was still alive. I know I will have a piece of bread with cherry jam for breakfast.
The strawberries are not blooming yet, and after breakfast we have coffee. Then we have coffee again after lunch, an a couple of hours later Terje comes in from whatever job he is doing outdoors. "Time for coffee, is it?"
I read. I write a couple of letters.
I let the tulips seduce me......
.......and I feel completely blessed,