A buggy ride in the wintry forest

“A horse, a carriage, some snow, a few trees, the road ahead free, certainly a concoction for a fun filled glee”

A buggy ride in the wintry forest

The snowed in forest, in the early morning hours, was a place for not a first choice visit, as the snow covered roads leading to the fields, were a chore, even for a four wheeler, let alone a short kind of bi-pedestrian being. The prospect of getting stuck or buried, in the piles and piles of cold snow which was slowly but surely filling all the land only yesterday seemingly covered with sand, as of now the white crisp blanket of winter had been lain upon all.

Then a soft whinny sounded from the barn just outside, and the lamp above the biped’s head, lit up like the decorated xmas shed, indicating an idea had formed, and perhaps the road ahead, could be more easily thread, in a carriage by a horse led. After all, it was the perfect weather for an excursion out to the wilderness, or at least to the nearby fields, and perhaps have a wintry picnic out there in the cold. 

So feeling bold, packing up a basket and bundling up in warm clothes, taking out the buggy and the four legged equine, the ride ready for the day, hopping in the horse driven sleigh and out there driving, destination not so minding, after all, this was done on the whim, and the snowy rim, simply beckoning for a deep dive in.

Hazy Waves

“The sea seems a tad hazy today, must be another weather front approaching, perhaps a sunny day or even some warm weather coming our way? Anyway, I am feeling lazy, so as long as there is no storm or snow on the way, I am fine“ Gun Roswell

Hazy Waves

The sea on the side of the beach, seemingly hazy, some might even say, the water looked lazy, as the gentle waves lulled the boats on the shore, not even one fisher person in sight, perhaps as it was too bright, even if the sun was shining from behind the fuzzy clouds up there in the air, it was simply a day hazy and oh so fair.

So, for the landlubber who had sworn never to set one foot on the sandy beach, just to save their tender feet from the pebbles laying beneath, well, today they too, had to eat their words as on this beckoning and lazy day, with the soft shroud hovering there all over the place, the landlubber too, made the decision and then quickly like a soft flying hen, made their way to the sandy shore, where most people now did not feel it too much of a bore, laying about like seals of the high seas, letting the waves wash over them, rather hazily.

Seated like a true Queen

“The seat fit for a queen, well, a peasant queen anyway, as it is looking rather plain and small and well, lacking all the bling, still I would sit on it, at least for a bit“ Gun Roswell

Seated like a true Queen

The very ancient design, the soft red velvet, all the hand crafted material, it is all there in the matrix of it, the seat once made, the most gorgeous one ever seen, and so, most certainly, fit for a queen. But, if you want to take a seat on this respite made for royalty, there is one penalty set, before you can take a load off on the soft core, and that is, that you can never reveal, how you found this piece of art work in the first place, as it is the one thing, which never in one place, for a very long time. So, take some time when sitting down and feel the soothing surface of the cushion, made out of the finest materials, because this specific piece as not made for serials, as only the one exists, and it cannot be found on any of the shopping lists. It is as unique, as the one whom on it will sit, a seat only fitted for a true queen.

The cat in the blue 

“Whatever colour they might just come in, the cats are always great to me” Gun Roswell 

The cat in the blue 

It sat there, proud of being the colour it was of course, the cat in the middle of the courtyard, dressed all in the colour of blue. It wasn’t a simple suit it had chosen, rather a bold statement of not being one of the dozen. Rather a fully realised person of the feline kind of their very own, with individual thoughts and tastes and whatever it takes to make that special case setting it part from the others.

So, the  cat out there sat, waiting for its pose to arrive, as it was clearly party time, for the weekend had just begun and that meant the same thing for these felines as the hoomans too, which was having some fun. The backyard of the house, was soon starting to fill with all them partying cats dressed up real nice, as their host, the cat in the blue suit had been someone them all to inspire. And so, as the hoomans kept a keen eye, on the partying cats outside, they could not help but admire, the well dressed felines making them all smile

Forty-Seven, Part three

oak45m_a

I no longer believe in the Easter Bunny,
and I’m beginning to wonder about Santa Claus.
But I believe wholeheartedly in 47”
Sarah Dolinar

Forty-Seven

The Culprit:

Maybe I am an alien
With a devilish plan

“Hello, I am Specialist 47
Delighted to make your acquaintance
Please find attached my credentials
For some mind maintenance”

Resident of Earth since 1947
Successfull mind melds, total of 47 000 000 047
47 more years to beat
Until my mission is complete

My contact information
4747 Galaxy Boulevard
A short promenade
A right down the hall
Or give me a call
My mobile number 555-4747
Thank you for your confirmation

Forty-Seven, Part two

images

“Forty-seven, is a constant, Forty-seven will make you go far, Forty-seven, yeah, that is my number by far” Gun Roswell

Forty-Seven

The Homage:

How phenomenal
Quite Astrological
Completely magical
Oh so mythical
Like a rock star

My profound respect
I am fundamentally perplexed
How very puzzling
Even a little hustling
Quite the dazzling

You are… the Culprit

Forty-Seven, Part One

bundesstrase_47_number-svg

“I no longer believe in the Easter Bunny,
and I’m beginning to wonder about Santa Claus.
But I believe wholeheartedly in 47”
Sarah Dolinar

Forty-Seven

The Proof:

The time is now, 00.47
Roswell 1947
Film, 47 Minutes
Waterford Greenwich 47-piece Flatware Set
Exit 47
47 followers
London Bus Routes – 47/N47
4711 Eau de toilette
Level 47 Walkthrough
Agent 47
47 Ronin
U.S. Code › Title 47
The 47 Society
47 likes on Facebook page
47 mints in the box

Footfalls in the snow

footfalls 2

“Tuesdays come and go, but they are no foe of mine” Gun Roswell

Footfalls in the snow

Imprinting the freshly fallen snow
Left behind in a soft glow
Trying hard to follow the flow
But with a pace set as slow

footfalls 1

Happy independence day to Finland, established 1917

I tried to learn the Finnish language, which is really, really, really hard, and I realized that if I want to really learn it, I just need to figure out the swear words first, because those, are totally effective” Gun Roswell

Our Land (national anthem)

Oh Our Land Finland Fatherland
Echo Loudly Golden Word
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
One Day From Your Bud
You Will Bloom
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring

Image result for finland

Early morning office hours

“The sun only now rising, even if I have been working for several hours” Gun Roswell 

Early morning office hours

It was still very dark, when I first arrived to the setting where office type of working is usually done, and not really the kind of fun, rather something where the laughter is reduced to stun. And the darkness outside, even when seated at the window quite large, does not do too much, as there is nothing to see, not even the bluest of calming seas.

But, luckily, after several hours of arduous labour, there is a somewhat of a nice surprise behind the glass, as the sun has decided to pay a visit, and the rise of it is once again something quite exquisite, leaving the onlooker in a warm fuzzy feeling, the rays lightening the mood, from brooding to smiling widely, and that is a thing not happening very lightly.

So, after several moments of practically bathing in the shining sun, the working day does not seem so totally glum anymore and all the many boring chores, are getting done, while singing a chorus, or at least in the minds of the worker, as they gingerly go on with all their daily duties.