Slettmo

Every year I come to a point where I no longer can imagine that the landscape ever will be green again. There are still patches of ice on the street, and the snow heaps are grey and ugly.

Mai i nord

But all of a sudden there are some warm days in June and everything is green! I remember the year my two year old bathed in the water puddles from the melting snow heaps on the playground, clad in diapers and a wool bodysuit. Are the year of the snow record, when green birches stood amidst the snow.

Store Blåmann

Summer! What springs to your mind when you hear the word?

I think of barbecue and shorts, vacation and berries in the forest. Days where everyone leaves the office early and nobody answers the phone, because we all know that just this day might well be the only taste of summer we will get this year. And this day needs to be enjoyed! The neighborhood  smells intensely of barbecue, people take a sunbath, the kids splash with waterguns and eat ice cream, the teenagers in the neighbor house put on their favorite music, turn up the volume to full and their party lasts the whole night, while the sun never sets. It is almost too warm to go to sleep and in any case too early!

Skog

But then the warm temperatures vanishes, as fast as it appeared. The wind is cold, it rains and the thermometer drops to one digit. But it is still green, and the flowers in the garden and in the forest still blossom. Even during the July when there was no hour of sunshine, I repeat, not a single hour of sunshine, as registered  by the meteorological institute.

Rogn

Greplyng

Greplyng

 

Bukkeblad

Bukkeblad

And the summer during which the kids in kindergarten wore mittens and summer hats the whole green season and I never put away my woolen bicycle mittens. And all the summer feasts, clad in woolen underwear and rain clothes eating blackened grilled sausages and hotdogs wet from rain in cold wind from the north west. The year the red currant was ripe first at the end of September and was picked in a hurry while it snowed thick, wet flakes.

Dear reader, if this sounds exotic to you, you probably never have lived north of the polar circle.

Samisk ullsjal

When the local craft shop ordered white Sami shawls, I thought of the colors of the subarctic forest in summer, white, green and pink. Light day and night, hectic bird shrieking and flowers everywhere, growing twenty-four hours a day. And a woolen shawl can be necessary, be it on the way to the office or at an outdoors music festival.

Ulloliidni

Samisk ullsjal

In northern Norway, we all long for summer during those long, icy and dark months, even though summer often is cold and wet, seldom really warm, but always green. If you fancy a shawl, take a look at my webstore and if you are fast, you can even get one with gold threads!

Blålyng

Molte

Molte

Kvitlyng