the weekend was wet, and this week is starting out grey, too. it does good for the greenery, and my soul as well as my nose. tons of birch pollen in the air last week, i'm not even allergic but it was too much for sensitive nostrils. on sunday i took a walk to explore my new surroundings in the rain, which made everything clear and fresh. found a nice path down from the water tower hill, through some woods and rocks, emerging next to my old high school. looked promising for bilberries and mushrooms.
it was so lush and peaceful, yet only steps away from route 8 and fairly close to town centre. some of it was nice and steady like this, parts of the trail were muddy and steep, but all of it made me happy. so much to discover! next time i will try the other road that diverged...
my original reason to climb up to the water tower was to check on the frog spawn discovered earlier. tiny tadpoles now! the trashy rock pool made me sad but the future frogs seemed to love their hiding places and had plenty to eat. made me want to dig a pond into my garden plot... maybe just a tiny one, fit for one water lily...
it wasn't until at home that i realized i was soaked, i had been so enthralled by everything else, and my feet were dry so i wasn't cold. i had some rhubarb and strawberry tea, with a gluten free strawberry bisquit that looked like a baffled sloth face. well, i may have had more than one, actually... i really need to start cutting down on the sugar, it's making me feel so sick. luckily there's now a lot of wild greens to occupy my mind. nettle is at its best and i really want to try a kimchi with all finnish veggies. ground elder for chinese cabbage etc. i have a lot of plans, as usual.
this shot is from my evening walk to the carnival on friday, when it was still sunny and warm. one of my crazy dreams for when i win the lottery is to buy a carnival and make it not depressing. old time atmosphere, proper carnival music, stylish rides and spooky sideshows... anyway, i took some photos because the light was so awesome, and this amethyst orb was in all of them, in the same spot in the middle of the street, no matter how my camera was angled or pointed. just happens to be the street my late grandparents' (and great grandparents') house is on...
it's a great neighbourhood, called 'the moor', with wooden houses and a sense of elevation. for me it's childhood, too, and it still feels exactly the same. i wish i could've lived in my granny's house but i'm happy to live close by now and have lots of walks through there.
so far, moving to town not as bad as feared.
