Hello!
Oh, my! I am overwhelmed by all the lovely comments and feedback I've received after my last post How to be brave. Facebook, instagram, twitter and this blog have been filled with love these past two days and I am incredibly thankful that you read and liked a text that was very hard for me to write.
I didn't write it to get compliments, I just had to put my thoughts into words to try to explain why something that might seem small to others is a huge deal for me. I haven't written about the things I'm scared of before so maybe it seems like I'm on top of everything, being very confident and corageous. Everybody have things they are scared of, and I think it is important to remember that something you find easy could be really difficult for somebody else, and vice versa.
And sometimes it isn't as simple as "to just get it done already" because there might be trolls and mountains and oceans between your mind and that goal and that is not something you do in a day.
Trolls are evil, you know. Even the ones in your own head.
Enough about that now.
Let's move on to less emotional and more excursion-y things.

When it was David's birthday last week we went on a little photo adventure to "Brösarps backar", the hills of the little village Brösarp. It's a very touristy place during the summer but we thought it might be a bit different during wintertime.
It was a cold day and I had to pause just outside our door to snap some photos of ice on the clematis.

As we expected we were the only ones there.

The birthday boy was cold. It was freeeeeziiiing and the wind was showing no mercy to our faces.

Snowy white fields and blue trees.

The view looking back the way we came. We had a special goal in sight.

The stile where David photographed me way back in 2009!
It was so windy it was difficult to stand on top of it without blowing away.

Yeah. Look at that. That is the face of pain induced by freezing wind.

Laughing through the pain, trying to stand still, trying an elegant pose. I'll let you be the judge of wether I succeeded or not.

It might be more picturesque without me in the photo...

We tracked our own footsteps back to the car.

When we returned to the house I made cardemom buns and when they were ready we cozied up under a blanket to watch a movie and eat our weight in baked goods. But before that I took some photos of my gorgeous husband.

And that was that freezing cold day!

Thanks again for all your kind words regarding my text and I hope you will have a wonderful weekend!

Tjingeling!
/Lotta