Summer recap

Summer snack

Summer came and went in the blink of an eye. I'm certain someone flicked their wand - in a remarkable Harry Potter-style - and before I knew it, September was at my doorstep. All the plans, to-dos, dreams and hopes for the o so grand summer of 2010 that have yet to be fulfilled, will have to be postponed to the even so grander summer of 2011. With that being said, and sounding like the eternal recipe of how to turn a summer from average to great is still unaccomplished, I have to admit that this has been one of the top three summers of my life, if not the best. It's hard to draw a comparison between summers since there are no standardized check-box list which has to be completely ticked and thereafter subjected to a Likert scale (oh joy, statistics). Let me stop before I get too deep into this diversion. My point being, this summer has been wonderful!

My darling, Jesper

Belive it or not, but this is one vicious, thou beautiful bird

First of all, I've had the opportunity to spend time with the people that mean the most to me. I've been travelling a bit to and fro to see friends, and several have also taken the trip down south to Kristiansand. I've also attended a couple of music festivals, been trekking in the Hardangervidda National Park for four days and spent time on the porch and the boat. This, alongside sunny weather, adds up quite nicely to a wonderful summer. 

A small glimpse of the breathtaking scenery at Hardangervidda

A part from all the pure-fun-no-worries activities, we've also managed to get a lot of tidying up done at home. It never ceases to amaze me how much packrat one can fit into a closet, an attic or a cupboard. I have no way of explaining how many things went into the trash or to charity, but the attic, closets and cupboards are almost empty compared to their previous state. These tasks are without a doubt also a trip down memory lane. All the things, smells and memories one has forgotten surfaces and turns you into a child again. I ended up spending hours going thru the books my parents used to read to me when I was little. No wonder cleaning up always goes beyond the realistic time limits set beforehand (you know, the limits where one has not taken affection as a factor into consideration). Here's a small sample of what had to leave my closet to my better knowledge:

Ahh, good times!

What was I thinking?!

How did I ever fit into this??

Wow... Speachless

My favorite sweater!!