From The House in the Woods, we can walk directly into the countryside. Mile after mile of tracks and forests, small lakes, beauty and silence. In the spring I find the first flowers, in summer I listen to birds and bees, in the winter I go skiing. But just now, in the autumn, I enjoy the change of the colours, and the millions of artitic morning webs.
The hills and the countryside have several cottages and old farms where you can buy coffee and something to eat. If you are ready for a long walk, you can reach several of them from our house. No car needed.
Today we had no car. We did have a grandson and a pram though, and after breakfast we were ready for some autumn hiking. Quite common in the fall, is the morning mist. The mist was breaking while we walked, it left behind millions of tiny little webs.
As the sun warmed up, the moist dried up and the webs became invisible. My camera had caught a few of them though.
Cabin life always means outdoor life, hiking, spending as much time as possible outside. When we arrived on Friday it was raining. Saturday was a rainy day. Sunday morning I woke to this nice sound of rain drumming on the roof. But fortunately, after breakfast it stopped, almost, and I did not hesitate. I filled a thermos with coffee, I found a few pastries in the freezer, two bananas, and packed a backpack. Then told Terje: w"We are ready!" "Ready for what?" He asked. "Oh, stupid! A hike, of course." And off we went.
The fields, the forest, the marshes, it is so wet everywhere, we did not quite know where to go. But then I had the solution. In the nature reserve, a bit up from the village, you can walk along the old cart tracks, and they would be almost dry I guessed. The charm up there is amazing. Because of the strickt nature reserve rules, the forest is old. When a tree dies it is left where it fell, and due to this, a lot of rare species grows. Species you find nowhere else.
I had my camera of course, and will you believe me - there, a little up from the tracks, I found The Green Man. And not any green man, but The One. The most handsome, charming, magic one you can inagine. My fairytale dream.
We have the most perfect agreement when it comes to diving work between us at the cabin. Take water for example. When we need water, Terje is the one to walk to the well, fill the two buckets and carry them back to the cabin. When I am here alone, I can do the water job, but when both of us are here! No way! That´s Terje´s job.
It is the same with cooking. Terje can prepare dinner and all other meals, of course he can. But when we are here together! Well, I am the chef. The cook. The baker. The maid.
Chopping woods though. Yes, you got it. That´s Terje´s job. When I am here alone, I never ever think about it. And I don´t have to. We have enough logs ready for a million years.
"What about baking?" you ask. Sure, I can tell you. Baking is my job. And after we installed electricity and have a tiny little freezer on top of the fridge, I can serve fresh pastries whenever.
Except today. Friends came on a surprise visit after breakfast, and the freezer was empty. Completely empty. We had enough logs to make it hotter than Sahara. But no patries to serve our guests.
Shame on me!
As soon as they left, I drove to the grocery store to buy yeast, and now the freezer is filled again.
We have spent three days learning how to be retired! We will both get our retirtement money from the state when we decide to stop working, and as the state take good care of its inhabitants, they want to make sure that we will have as good a retirement as possible. Therefore the course.
Retirement age in Norway is 67, but you can decide to quit work a few years before that, and get less money the first years, or you can decide to work a few years longer.
Terje is 60. I am 58.
So we still have a few years to go.
Practice is important though, so as soon as the course finihsed, after lunch yeaterday, we drove out to the cabin.
I was so sure that moving in would not be possible until spring. After Terje has finished the special floor we will have in the greenhouse. The floor is not there yet, but by using some old, concrete flagstones to build a temporary floor, I have been able to move in. And fot three days now I have enjoyed my herb tea in my new playhouse.
Candles by night.
Dry and cosy when the rain pours down outside.
A book in my lap, but not much reading done. Instead I am sitting there, my face a broad smile.
All texts and photos by Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland
I am living in a red house surrounded by a blue garden near Trondheim, Norway. I love everydays and post about my steps through life. Britt-Arnhild's House in the Woods is open to everybody. Welcome over!