when i was living in melbourne, july was the coldest month of the year. i had started to associate july with short, rainy days, poor indoor heating systems, blankets & rugs & trackies, electric blankets in bed, cardies & mockies, bottles of red on a wednesday night and lots and lots of hot chocolate.
in norway, july is the month of absolute summer joy. the days are humid and warm, and as most people are on holiday from work, there is this real sense of peace and serenity around us. traffic is good, supermarkets half empty and the residential streets are filled with happy kids on school holidays. the rugged fjord landscape has been turned into impromptu swimming spots, and people are setting up their little “take away” barbecues anywhere and everywhere. our short winter days have been replaced with never ending summer nights, that just go on and on, and you wonder when you’re going to be able to have an early night, because it is simply impossible to hit the sack before 1 am. in the balmy night, we dream of dark, green grass, and black rocks leading into the dark blue sea. in the morning, we wake early, full of anticipation of what’s to come, another day in july, the month we dream of all year, and that keeps us sane during the darkest of times.
sometimes, you couldn’t ask for more, and we know it so well. this is bliss, this is life at its best, knowing that everything happens right now, and we are lucky enough to be here to experience it.
There’s nothing quite like Norwegian summer. Just like that, winter has lost its grip on the landscape and nature has undergone a complete transformation. Gradually, we have witnessed our surroundings turn green and seen what miracles can be achieved in just a week, sometimes even just a day. When the world is green, it’s easy to forget that it’s not always like this. It’s hard to remember that winter is always there, always behind the scenes, waiting, lurking, making sure of his return, once summer has done its time. But for now, we enjoy these peaceful, light summer nights. It’s hard to go to bed before midnight, and even harder to sleep past 7 am. It gives me endless peace to look outside just before I go to bed, seeing the green, luscious landscape hovering out there, and to think about how the sun sets for just a few hours before she is back for another day of bliss.
The last week has been a whirlwind of different activities, particularly now that I’m also in the market for a new job! Never a dull moment as they say. I still managed to fit in a cheeky morning tea at Hausfrau yesterday.
Hausfrau is a bakey in Yarraville serving up great European delights, like Apfel Strudel and Danish pastries. I always come here for a treat and to catch up on my reading with the wide selection of magazines available.
On my way home, I caught a glimpse of a fabulous set of table & chairs outside ‘Sedonia’ in Seddon Village. Like any other breathing 30 year old female, I am a tiny bit obsessed with vintage. Sipping a cocktail in these chairs in the backyard on a balmy summer night? Don’t mind if I do!
I’ve been mildly obsessed with coffee as well lately, so no wonder I had to laugh when I noticed this little quote on a wall in Yarraville village.
Now, if only I could add ‘young, feisty and with sex appeal’ to that, both the leader of the opposition AND me might actually get somewhere! For the rest of you, ask yourselves what you’ve done wrong to potentially get that guy as your next prime minister. It must have been something really….bad.