Tri, dve, ena ... Three, two, one ...

Tale posrečen polh je obiskal isto polnočnico kot midva

in jo zvito prespal ob klopi tik pred nama. Razlog za smeh. :)
This cute dormouse visited the same midnight mass as we did and curly and

cunningly slept through it by the bench just in front of us. A reason to smile. :)

Oni dan, sredi največje prednovoletne sejemske gneče, je en objokan, a zelo iznajdljiv

in pogumen fantič za rokav pocukal prav naju, da mu pomagava najti mamo. Toplo pri srcu.
The other day, in the middle of one of the most crowded evenings at New Year’s fair, one brave

and clever boy tugged us of all people to help him find his mother. Warmth in my heart.

Zimska kolekcija biserov 2014/15 na Zojinem dekolteju. Vedno zabavno. :)

A winter collection of pearls 2014/15 on Zoja’s cleavage. Always funny. :)

Zimski dan iz otroštva A winter day from my childhood

Danes je bil tako popoln zimski dan, z oranžno-belo-modrim jutrom ...

It was the most perfect winter day today, with an orange-white-blue morning ...

... z zlatimi odbleski ...

... with golden reflections ...

... z veliko tekanja po komaj uhojenih poteh ...

... with lots of running through almost fresh snow ...

... s sladko večnostjo nad sabo ...

... with sweet eternity above ...

... in s srečnimi obrazi.

... and with happy faces.

Ja, prav tak, kakršnih se spominjam iz otroštva.

Yes, just like I remember them from my childhood.

Lučke, lučke, lučke ... Lights, lights, lights ...

… me vedno začarajo.

… they always bring magic.

Bela čarovnija se je začela! White magic has started!

Od doma smo šli navdušeni nad belino, ki je obrobljala naravo,

in hodili med drobnimi rižki, ki so sem in tja komaj opazno leteli okoli nas,

vrnili pa smo se kot trije sneženi možje. Čarovnija!

We left home all amazed over the whiteness that was outlining nature,

walking between tiny rice grains which were barely noticeable flying around us

and returned at home like three snowmen. Magic!

Pomlad pred snegom Spring before snow

Kar nekako ne morem dojeti, da bo vso to pomlad končno prekril sneg.

There are predictions of snow in future days, first this season, finally, but today it seemed like spring.
Our country celebrates today, so I am sharing a set of these gorgeous photos of it.

Fluorescenčni cuker Fluorescent sugar

In kaj je lepšega kot izkoristiti obisk Dunaja za špancir med sicer še bolj kičastimi kot pri nas, a, moram priznati, kljub vsemu privlačnimi stojnicami. Decembrsko vzdušje ti pač zamegli pogled, prebudi v tebi naivnega otroka, ki se ga da nafarbati z lučkami in barvami in tonami fluorescentnega cukra. Ma, je lepo! – pa tudi če se njihove znamenite klobasice vse po vrsti niti približno ne morejo kosati z našo. :)

And what’s better than to use the trip to Vienna for a stroll through festive stands, which are even more kitschy than those, here in my town, true, but no less appealing. December fever blinds your reason and wakes up the child inside of you who can easily be outfoxed with lights and colours and tons of fluorescent sugar. Yet, it is nice! – even though all their different famous sausages are not even close to ours. :)

Kapljica vode na rožnatem snegu Drop of water on the rose-coloured snow

Albertina je bila tistega dne, ko sva si ogledovala Mirójevo razstavo, polna šolskih skupin, tako da je bilo, kljub temu, da so bili otroci, z izjemo kar nekaj zdolgočasenih obrazov, sicer dokaj pridni, vseeno potrebnega nekaj drenjanja in še več spretnosti in zvitosti, da sva si ogledala vse.

Ko sva se za kratek čas usedla na klopco pred sliko z naslovom Kapljica vode na rožnatem snegu, se je pred naju po tleh posedla ena od skupin. Na ušesa sva vlekla, kaj bodo odgovorili, ko jih je gospodična, ki jih je vodila po razstavi in jim razlagala umetniška dela, vprašala, če vidijo roza sneg, ko pa je slika vendarle oranžna. Zavladala je tišina in kaj bi dala, da bi lahko tisti trenutek malo pobrskala po tistih tuhtajočih otroških glavicah, heh.

Mlada vodička ni dolgo čakala na odgovor in jim hitela pojasnjevati, da roza barve pač ne bodo našli in da umetniki velikokrat stvari vidijo po svoje. Ja, v tem je ves smisel in čar.

That day, when Miro and I were visiting Miró’s exhibition in Vienna, Albertina was filled with school groups, so, even though children were rather well behaved, with exception of some bored faces, there was some crowding involved and we had to use our skills and cunningness to avoid those groups to enjoy the paintings.
 
When we sat on a bench in front of the painting titled Drop of Water on the Rose-Coloured Snow for a while, a group of them sat down in front of us. The young woman who was leading them through the art-pieces asked them where the pink snow is, as the painting was orange. We were all ears, curious what is going on inside of those pondering children's little heads, heh.

There was silence for a moment or two, but the guide explained they would not find it, because artists usually see things in their own way. Yes, that’s the whole essence of it.

E + I = L

Tam nekje, na koncu vrste prazničnih štantkov na Bregu, nasproti tiste ogromne postavitve jaslic iz slame, sva našla enega, kjer so med drugim stregli kranjsko klobaso z domačo gorčico, in se, medtem ko sva čakala nanjo, navdušila tudi nad njihovimi palačinkami, s prav tako domačo "nutelo", nekaj v tem slogu, ki so jih imeli narezane na koleščke predrzno postavljene na pokušino prav s tem namenom, da nesramno zapeljejo tiste, ki se takim dobrotam pustijo zapeljati, da sva kako uro kasneje v past pri tej hiški zvabila tudi moja starša, vse s točno določenim namenom - da podleževa še palačinkam.

In the Festive December’s fair in our town, we have found a stand where they serve our traditional kranjska klobasa with homemade mustard and pancakes with homemade “nutella”, something like this, so we could not resist tasting both goodies.