April walk in Haugesund

Tonjer Lighthouse can only be reached by boat, and is situated on the south side to guide ships entering the narrow strait leading to the harbor.


The local municipal council has decided that we, the inhabitants of Haugesund, deserve a new walking path along these extraordinary
shores. The beauty of the scenery can be admired and experienced no matter what the weather or the season is like.



The path heads northwards and then west again.
If you are familiar with the four directions of the compass, you easily find your way anywhere in Haugesund.

Serina rarely gets lost. She is a former girl scout and can handle most situations.

Out on the Whale she climbed the stairways up to the beacon light. Far behind the horizon in the west is Scotland and the Shetland Islands.

Turning east on our way home, we spot two church towers in a row.
Nearest, Skaare Church where Serina was confirmed, the green copper tower belongs to the Church of Our Savior, where Gunnar was Christened and confirmed.

Even though it was a cold and windy first Sunday in April, I always connect Pat Boone's sweet voice with this month.


April Love :

April love is for the very young
Every star's a wishing star that shines for you
April love is all the seven wonders
One little kiss can tell you this is true

Sometimes an April day will suddenly bring showers
Rain to grow the flowers for her first bouquet
But April love can slip right through your fingers
So if she's the one, don't let her run away

Sometimes an April day will suddenly bring showers
Rain to grow the flowers for her first bouquet
But April love can slip right through your fingers
So if she's the one, don't let her run away

April love is for the very young
Every star's a wishing star that shines for you
April love is all the seven wonders
One little kiss can tell you this is true

Sometimes an April day will suddenly bring showers
Rain to grow the flowers for her first bouquet
But April love can slip right through your fingers
So if she's the one, don't let her run away

Sometimes an April day will suddenly bring showers
Rain to grow the flowers for her first bouquet
But April love can slip right through your fingers
So if she's the one, don't let her run away.

Dearest Terry

Sometimes I'm proud to be a Norwegian. When we win medals in sports nobody outside Scandinavia never have heard about, like Nordic skiing, Nordic walking e.t.c., wow, then I wave our flag and sing.
When Posten Norge, the Norwegian Postal system, cannot read the international 7 number, but send my package around the country, and instead of excusing themselves, persist on me commanding the rest of the civilized world to write seven with a bar on, then I feel ashamed.
The old julenisse mentality, believing that little Norway is the belly button of the world.
So terribly embarrassing. My best friend Terry paying over 33 dollars to send a package by air, and Posten Norge making a mess of it anyway.
If they just had taken time to read how the 1 number and the seven number were written, they couldn't have missed at all. Oh, no, they just rally on; your fault, your fault.
And yes, I have made this blog, not to honor my bestest, but to belittle Posten Norge. A package sent by airmail from Canada March 25th, arrives my postbox April 6th, that is a shame. I'm so sorry on behalf of my country, dear Terry.


Then a big bear hug to Mom and dad Golden for the adorable picture. I've hung them on my Yeti fridge among my closest family and friends.


My warmest thanks to Terry and Bernie who went to so much trouble to send this heartwarming package to me. Here's a card for my mother, and a long letter where Terry has copied her blog post about Monten. I know she will be so glad and proud to show this to friends and family in Sauda.

Six romantic DVDs were showered over me. Something good to watch and sweeten life, curling up in the sofa with some chocolate and a hot cuppa, when the days are not so good.
Terry, you know what an old lady needs.
The beautiful card must be stored among my Terry treasures. No wonder she has a large twin chamber in my heart. As do my prayerchild Dad Golden. Golden thanks to all of you from Felisol/Norway

Ruby ode to the spring

View from our London hotel window to the backyard.
I admire the optimistic flowers praising the joy of spring to tenant and God only.

Carl Sandburg (1920)

The Spring

1 The down drop of the blackbird, The wing catch of arrested flight, The stop midway and then off: off for triangles, circles, loops of new hieroglyphs— This is April’s way: a woman: “O yes, I’m here again and your heart knows I was coming.” 2 White pigeons rush at the sun, A marathon of wing feats is on: “Who most loves danger? Who most loves wings? Who somersaults for God’s sake in the name of wing power in the sun and blue on an April Thursday.” So ten winged heads, ten winged feet, race their white forms over Elmhurst. They go fast: once the ten together were a feather of foam bubble, a chrysanthemum whirl speaking to silver and azure. 3 The child is on my shoulders. In the prairie moonlight the child’s legs hang over my shoulders. She sits on my neck and I hear her calling me a good horse. She slides down—and into the moon silver of a prairie stream She throws a stone and laughs at the clug-clug.

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