Friday, Friday. I thought you'd never get here.
I'm home, the babe is wound up again in her blankets, the rain is beating down on the balcony, I just poured myself a glass of wine, a-a-a-aaand... I can't get too comfortable because I have a math exam in the morning and I need to study. But still, exam and all, this is as good as it gets.
After weeks like this, I think back to quiet mornings in Denmark, pedaling my bicycle down the street. I miss the solitude and the stillness. My morning ride to work was cool, and a little foggy, and the only sound I could hear was the sound of the gear on my bike whizzing softly while I glided down hills. I could have long trains of full, uninterrupted thoughts, and then slide into work, take off my jacket, and have a proper cup of coffee.
Real coffee - like the Vikings used to drink. Out of their thermokandes, on their way to conquer and pillage.
ROW, DAMMIT!
On Saturday mornings, I would get up early and pedal down to the farmer's market in the town square, and fill my bicycle basket with fresh vegetables, and cheese, and flowers -- all before 8am. I would come home, and fill all the baskets and bowls and vases in my kitchen, and fling open all the windows, and light some candles, and lie on the sofa and read for the rest of the day.
And so I sit, and sip my wine, and miss a little bit of Denmark tonight.
Every summer, the town I lived in would hold a Middle Ages Festival. The streets were covered in hay, and at night, only lit by sconces, candles, or torch. Everyone was in beautiful costumes, with fresh-scrubbed faces. There were crafts, and jousting, and music - the church, Vor Frelsers Kirke (from the 1200's), would be filled with candles and choral music. It was beautiful.
So I leave you with some borrowed photos from Kristian in Copenhagen from this year's Middle Ages Festival.... (sigh).
1. The main street filled with flags and people.
2. A gorgeous costume.
3. The mayor, Vagn Ry Nielsen (what a memory!) and his sweet family
4. The best shot of all - these beautiful girls
I'm home, the babe is wound up again in her blankets, the rain is beating down on the balcony, I just poured myself a glass of wine, a-a-a-aaand... I can't get too comfortable because I have a math exam in the morning and I need to study. But still, exam and all, this is as good as it gets.
After weeks like this, I think back to quiet mornings in Denmark, pedaling my bicycle down the street. I miss the solitude and the stillness. My morning ride to work was cool, and a little foggy, and the only sound I could hear was the sound of the gear on my bike whizzing softly while I glided down hills. I could have long trains of full, uninterrupted thoughts, and then slide into work, take off my jacket, and have a proper cup of coffee.
Real coffee - like the Vikings used to drink. Out of their thermokandes, on their way to conquer and pillage.
ROW, DAMMIT!
On Saturday mornings, I would get up early and pedal down to the farmer's market in the town square, and fill my bicycle basket with fresh vegetables, and cheese, and flowers -- all before 8am. I would come home, and fill all the baskets and bowls and vases in my kitchen, and fling open all the windows, and light some candles, and lie on the sofa and read for the rest of the day.
And so I sit, and sip my wine, and miss a little bit of Denmark tonight.
Every summer, the town I lived in would hold a Middle Ages Festival. The streets were covered in hay, and at night, only lit by sconces, candles, or torch. Everyone was in beautiful costumes, with fresh-scrubbed faces. There were crafts, and jousting, and music - the church, Vor Frelsers Kirke (from the 1200's), would be filled with candles and choral music. It was beautiful.
So I leave you with some borrowed photos from Kristian in Copenhagen from this year's Middle Ages Festival.... (sigh).
1. The main street filled with flags and people.
2. A gorgeous costume.
3. The mayor, Vagn Ry Nielsen (what a memory!) and his sweet family
4. The best shot of all - these beautiful girls
Thanks, Kristian, for the beautiful photos!
1 comment:
Mary - I am sure that you have heard this before but you write like a beautiful song - Hug that baby for me!!
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