A strangely gray weekend has almost passed. It has lain like a gray lid over us and it has even rained a little. Just because it was needed, I took the skis for a spin, it was wet, the poles went through the track sometimes, but exercise shouldn't always be comfortable, right?
Besides, quite a few people were slogging away for a full ninety kilometers today in the hundredth Vasaloppet, so complaining would be unkind.
I've also managed a few small cleaning projects, including cleaning the bathroom. There's a video on our Instagram account if you'd like to take a look. I've recorded with the "speed up" function so you don't have to watch me clean for ages. That would have been quite a boring video ;)
Did you read my previous blog about gratitude? If so, here's a little continuation of that. This weekend I've been extra grateful for the fine food we can eat. It's really not everyone's privilege. We have an old potato cellar, a root cellar out in the yard. It's a fantastic invention that was built sometime in the 50s and works just as well now as it did then. The only "catch" is actually that you don't dare open the doors when it's really cold, then there's a risk that the potatoes will freeze. So we haven't opened it during this coldest period, but now Magnus has shoveled his way forward and opened the doors, which means we've feasted on potatoes from my sister's farm, Malgomajgården, and thinly sliced reindeer meat from the same farm. As if that weren't enough luxury, we have the freezer full of chanterelles and they are picked just here around the village. To have such outrageously fine food on the table, huh?! You can't be anything but grateful for that.
Some of you have also asked how my geraniums are doing. I can report that they are doing well. They have all started up and are sprouting so nicely in their pots. Now I give them small, small portions of plant food and let them stand as brightly as possible.
I hope you also had a nice weekend!
Now we're psyched for Monday :)
//Sara