Mead wort, or meadowsweet, meadsweet, bridewort, queen of the meadow (filipendula ulmaria) is a quite commen herb in Europe and Western Asia, and has been used for thousads of years, both as a medical herb, to flavour drinks and food, and as a strewing herb to make the house smell good. (The history of strewing […]
One morning, we woke up to the very first snow of the season. But just a thin layer, compared to the rest of the country. It was beautiful though, with some of the autumn colours still shining through and a thick morning fog that rose up from the fjord.
We had the most colourful autumn here this year, which I tried my best to make the most out of together with the horses. After being away for two weeks working with other horses, tacking them up for others to ride and guiding their rides on foot, and then end my stay with a trip to the […]
While I was away, the nature has really exploded in yellows, reds and browns back home. Our mountain looks like she’s on fire, and the vividness of the landscape is just stunning.
Sørelva (Southern River) in Saltfjellet, Norway 13.07.16.
A few weeks ago we spent a weekend at our summer house on a tiny island just off the west coast. My mum, who grew up there, had already been there a couple of weeks, and we helped her clearing away trees and shrubs from what once was a garden/small potato field. The weather wasn’t great, […]
I came across these beauties beneath the big lark at the top of one of our fields, one day in August as I was on my way to check on the horses in the big pasture.
“Heavy fog is a weird guide; if you go on a journey with him, it takes you from nowhere and leaves you at nowhere.” ― Mehmet Murat ildan When I got out of bed this morning, the world outside was gone. All covered up in a thick layer of white fog. I brought my camera […]
Driving towards the storm on our way home from the south-eastern part of the country.
On a hack with one of the horses, I noticed how pretty the little stream that goes beneath the road is now – the same one that runs through our farm yard. It comes down from our moutain, through the quiet forest at the foot of the mountain, past our well and through our pond […]