Back door note.

Yes it was just a note, how lovely that your mother did that, she too was a poetic mind, my grandmother left the uneaten cakes at the door to be used up!! They disappeared 'miraculously' when Jean, Maisie, Marjorie and Scott came home from school!!! Thank you for enjoying that was the idea, Love to dear you Ann.

Richard, yes, just sitting watching something like that is like a kind of meditation, with the mantra in movement and the sound of the river's continuity of life, giving one a peaceful feeling of being a part of the whole of nature, the whole of what exists and loving the unknown beyond the grasp of our mind. Just BEING. Takk from Ann

Dear Proprietress, I have photographs for much of what I write or paint too. The foam was in a corner of a river's sloping tumble of water, and eddies stilled by a stone in the way, and those lovely gatherings of little sticks and other natural debris, with one beautiful big bubble forming on this magic pond, like an eye, and slowly circling with the rest of the foam as a frame or eye socket, then the bubble would suddenly burst and a new one take its place- the leaves adding the decor in their greens and oranges like slices of tangerine and apple and one bright red berry. Yes I stood still and saw this a while, then I had to hurry on as E had gone far ahead!!! If I paint with water colours its perhaps dabs or washes, if with oil the leaves would tumble down with a bold sound, as they sometimes do in nature, landing beside you making you jump with surprise. It would be fun to ride on a leaf. Yesterday there was one, in the still air of Autumn that 'dayled'( my word) down, it was undecided as to where to land, as if it had any choice, and it swung from side to side in a most beautiful slow motion quite breathtakingly arresting, I watched and as I did even only for that short moment, I too was dayling with its ride on the air down, down, and sideways it slid itself onto a boulder and came to rest there. Dayling its closer to the Norwegian 'dvale' down and I like that sound for it. Thank you Kata of the observant eyes, you do a nice comment for a tiny moment of existence. Love from you Ann of Norway. (Its raining today all colours shine)

Thank you for your comment Papi, I love you coming in and saying something, you are such a sensitive poet yourself. Today I took a whole lot of notes in the woods on my walk, and had to keep walking carefully as the damp ground was frozen a little from last nights frost and it was treacherous in places,specially on twigs and stones, but I managed to make fourteen notes. I must tell you as it was so exciting I found a bower, a little wattle house in the woods, it reminded me of a story Karen Blixen wrote in her "Gothic Tales" (published under the name of Isak Dinesen, as it was infra dig for a woman to be a writer in those days!!!!) There it was this little twig woven building of branches with their leaves still on, as well as fir tree fronds, having been used, then there was a little beautifully woven round window on one side and a square one on another, I thought it might be a bears den, but on going closer saw its dark interior was a haven to hide in, perhaps someone uses it as a bird-watching post. Hansel and Gretel almost appeared to me too it was all so like a fairy tale. I expect there are foxes or badgers that like to spend a few hours dozing in there too. The lily pads on the lakes were so beautiful in their dark ice rectangular crystal patterned waters and the sunshine made their green colours stand out against the background. Later we went along a roe deer path narrow like that of a sheep, no people go along there much it twisted and went round trees and zig zagged its way into wild forest. Each time I walk its like an adventure, I don't need to read those books any more I live them instead. Well I expect you too have adventures! Thank you again and love from Ann of Norway