Impressions of a sunday afternoon.

Neighbour´s across the road is sawing away on his motorsaw, probably clearing out some trees on his overgrown plot. Birds almost sing like it´s spring. I was out for a short bit, sweeping the porch free of snow and filling upp the bird feeders. My next door neighbour went out, heard him slam the door, wich is stuck a bit, now the weather´s getting a bit warmer.
Hung my down-duvet out for airing. Love the fresh-air smell when I take it in later. Sunday ritual, a freshly made bed an aried duvet & pillow.

Strong ginger tea in a white starbucks mug.

The windows are growing teeth. Sharp, dripping teeth. lovely to look at, deadly to be hit on head with.

Gonna put some beans in the coffee grinder later. There´s anoter lovely smell. Freshly ground coffee. Then a push and a pat, and nice cup of espresso.



Almost sunny.

Fauré - Pavane