petek, 30. maj 2014

Bezgovo jutro
Elderflower morning



Roke po končanem pripravljanju jutranjega napitka. :)

My hands after finishing morning smoothie. :)

ponedeljek, 26. maj 2014

Jamrarija



Sama jamrarija povsod, volilna udeležba pa kljub temu manj kot četrtinska.

Taki smo. Podcenjujemo se. Ne zahtevamo najboljšega. Ne terjamo odgovornosti. Ne kaznujemo. Vseeno nam je. Vse-skupaj-je-brezveze in jaz-sem-nad-tem odnos. Prosim?! In vsa ta mlačnost se potem odraža v vsakdanjem življenju. Ker je to najudobneje. Skrivati se in biti v svojem ozkem svetu na skrivaj zadovoljen del nezadovoljne množice, ki jo teptajo. Pravzaprav se ne čudim, da smo, kjer smo. Smo kaj boljši od tistih, ki so in o katerih le mislimo, da so vsi isti, neučinkoviti in pokvarjeni?


Da je bila udeležba tako nizka, razumem – tudi mene je večino časa imelo, da bi se na ta način maščevala – je pa vse prej kot rešitev. Razlagam si jo tako, da večini ljudi očitno res še ni prehudo v tej naši deželici. Ali kaj? Nimamo mnenja, samo megleni smo, neizvirni, nesamozavestni, opravljivi in črnogledi. Samo to. Prav nam je.


Da ne bi kdo mislil, da je to objava o politiki – ne, to je življenje, del življenja. Stvar, ki še kako vpliva na moj vsakdan, zato naredim, kolikor pač imam vpliva, in z upanjem, da bodo tudi preostali sodržavljani odgovorno vzeli v razmislek in v roke to svojo pravico, seveda z zavedanjem, da politična gospoda ni gospodar mojega bistva in ne bo konec sveta, če z rezultati ne bom zadovoljna. Ampak potem imam lahko vsaj čisto vest in lahko upravičeno nadzorujem in kritiziram. Tiste, ki jih nisem volila in tudi tiste, ki sem jih.
 

Drugič dvigni svojo rit in odloči, kdo bo zastopal njene tvoje vrednote.

nedelja, 25. maj 2014

Kmetica v mestu
Farm girl in the town



Kljub temu, da se vzorno obnaša, tudi med stojnicami vseh vrst dobrot s podeželja, ji Miro v središču prestolnice, ker tja pač naš hovdre redko zaide in zato ne pozna vseh fint finih mestnih gospodičen, ki so navajene špancirati po promenadi v slogu, ampak se namesto tega čudi vsemu direndaju in podrobnostim, ljubkovalno pravi kmetica v mestu. :)

Since she does not visit the centre of the capital very often and because she is not some fancy sort of mademoiselle who would know how to walk the promenade in style, but is wondering at all the commotion around instead, she is behaving so nicely there anyway, including among farm-stands with all sorts of delicious goodies; even though, Miro calls her farm girl in the town. :)

petek, 23. maj 2014

Pšenica, najlepši cvet
Wheat, the most beautiful flower



Ob temle sem se spomnila na eno mojih najljubših pravljic, vsekakor pa eno tistih, ki sem si jih najbolj zapomnila in katere tri zagonetke pogosto omenjam Miru, Pšenica - najlepši cvet, sicer ljudsko, ki jo je leta 1974 zapisala Kristina Brenk, ilustrirala pa Ančka Gošnik Godec. Lepa pravljica.

Seeing these kind of fields always reminds me of one of my favourite Slovenian folk-tales and for certain one of those which I have remembered most, Wheat - the most beautiful flower. It contains three riddles that a king gave to young men and the one who will successfully solve all of them will marry his beautiful daughter.
 

One of the riddles is to show up there with the most beautiful flower attached to the hat. All candidates came with some fancy flowers arranged into huge bouquets, but one came with a branch of a wheat-ear. Everybody laughed at him, but he won.
 

Beautiful tale. It was written down in 1974 by Kristina Brenk and illustrated by Ančka Gošnik Godec.

[I found only this link where you can read it in English]

torek, 20. maj 2014

četrtek, 15. maj 2014

Rdeče, okroglo
Red, round


Pred nekaj tedni je bilo svetovno prvenstvo v snukerju (ja, poslovenila sem besedo, tožite me, prevečkrat se zgodi obratno, pa nikogar ne moti), zato smo, navdušeni nad potezami mojstrov, v tistem obdobju tudi sami malo pogosteje prijeli za palice in se pomerili na očijevem biljardu.
There was a snooker world championship few weeks ago, so we spent quite a lot time watching it and in that time, inspired by those professionals, played many more games on my dad’s billiard table than we usually do. It was such fun.

Jagode me nasmejijo. Ne morem si pomagati, ampak skoraj vedno se spomnim na prijateljico, ki jih je šla enkrat med počitnicami za kak mesec ali dva obirat, po tem pa nekoč sanjala, da se ji približuje, jo preganja in jo, tik preden se zbudi, skorajda spešta ena strašna jagoda velikanka. Te podobe si kar ne morem izbrisati iz glave. :)
Strawberries make me laugh. I cannot help myself, but almost every time I think of my friend, who had been picking them up for a month or two at one farm during summer vacation and then, after returning home, she dreamt of one giant scary strawberry approaching and chasing her until, just before waking up, almost crashing all over her. I just can’t delete the image from my head. :)


Zadnjič enkrat, ko sva si za popotnico naredila sadno-zelenjavni sok, ker besedi smuti se izogibam, kolikor se pač da, heh, in ga natočila v steklenici, prvikrat od te znamke, vidim Mira, kako nekaj zarotniško prčka po pokrovčku in potem zmagoslavno pokaže, kaj je napraskal. Ha, kok fajn!, sem rekla in vsem smutijem tega sveta sva se družno posmehljivo režala v brk. :)
The other day, when we were preparing a smoothie-to-go for later and poured it to the bottles, for the first time in those of this brand, I suddenly saw Miro conspiratorially inventing something around the screw cap and then victoriously shows me what he scratched on. Ha, so cool!, I said :) (we write smoothie as smuti) and then we both mockingly laughed at the name so so dear to us ... not!

sreda, 14. maj 2014

Jutranji srčki
Little hearts of the morning



V zadnjem času je en mojih najljubših zajtrkov kos kruha (ajdovega z orehi) z maslom (le za impregnacijo, heh) in grškim jogurtom ter posut s praženimi sončničnimi semeni (s kozarcem kefirja), in drugi namazan z maslom (malo obilneje) in medom.
 

Včasih me pri pripravljanju obišče srček na steni, drugi srček pa običajno potegne rilec. :)

Lately, one of my favourite breakfasts is a slice of bread (buckwheat with walnuts) with a layer of butter (just for impregnation, heh) and Greek youghurt and then sprinkled with roasted sunflower seeds (with a glass of kefir), and other with butter (slightly more abundant layer) and honey.
 

Sometimes a little heart visits me when I am preparing it and the second little heart usually develops a trunk. :)

ponedeljek, 12. maj 2014

Sladek ponedeljek
Sweet Monday



Po sladkem koncu tedna, pa ne mislim samo v smislu sladic, se spodobi, da ga (s sladico) podaljšam še na ponedeljek.

V zadnjih dneh, ko sem pohajkovala naokoli, sem opazila, da je bezeg … hmja … ne še čisto, skoraj pa že
na voljo, da si ga naberemo, na voljo za samopostrežbo; in tako sem se spomnila na eno dišečo poslastico, kraljico pomladi, in na to, da mi ti trije posnetki ležijo v predalu že okroglo leto, ko nam je mami pripravila omleto z jagodami in bezgom.

After the sweet weekend, and I do not mean this only in a sense of desserts, it is appropriate to prolong it (with a dessert) into Monday.


Lately, when I was roaming around I noticed elder flowers being … hmja … not quite, but almost
ready to pick them from the trees; and so I remembered of a typical spring treat, the queen of the season, and of how these three photos are lying in my drawer for a year already, from when my mum made us an omelette with strawberries and elder flowers.

sobota, 10. maj 2014

Mala malca ... recimo
A piece of cake ... sort of



Približno deset kilometrov današnje Poti spominov in tovarištva se nama je na koncu zdela dokaj mala malica, a ker naju jutri čaka podoben podvig, sva se rajši malo šparala.
Kako lepo je vedno biti del tega (in a ni tisto na prvi sliki najbolj prisrčen vrtiček daleč naokoli)!

Five pictures from today’s PST hike. We made ten kilometres this year. We felt it was a piece of cake, but we did not want to exaggerate, since there is a similar adventure ahead of us tomorrow.

How nice is to be part of this event every time (and isn't the little garden in the first picture the cutest ever)!

petek, 09. maj 2014

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Preživite lep konec tedna!

Have a beautiful weekend!

torek, 06. maj 2014

Dolgočasno
Boring



V gozdu se še vedno težko kamorkoli prebije, sva pa zato – na vso Zojino grozo, ko ji ni preostalo drugega kot dolgočasenje - nabrala nekaj vršičkov (kjer se je še enkrat več izkazalo, kako zelo multiuporabne so vrečke za kakce, heh).

There are still many fallen or heavily damaged trees in our forests, so we cannot go very far in, but we did – while Zoja got bored - pick some spruce shoots
to make a syrup (where once more turned out how very multy-usable are poop-bags, heh).

ponedeljek, 05. maj 2014

Tri poznoaprilske slike
Three late-April pictures


Kako fina stvar so tile pirhi. Ne samo, da jih potem nekaj časa lahko – take, vse lepe in že pripravljene - ješ za zajtrke; pogruntala sem, da so prav priročna zadeva za v popotniško malho, ko greš na izlet ali v gozd. Luštna kompaktna bombica, nobene packarije pa še s smetmi nimaš problemov, ker so eko-bio. :)
These pirhi, Easter eggs, are so cool. Not just that you can eat them – all decorated and ready to go – for breakfast for a while after; I figured it out that they are so very convenient stuff for a snack when you go on a trip or in the forest.

Evo, malo smo razvajeni s čudovitimi kraji, ki jih imamo v soseščini, tako zelo razvajeni, da ko moraš nenačrtovano skočiti v bližino Benetk, ne narediš tam niti enega posnetka, narediš pa posnetek šopka makov, zataknjenega za brisalec, ko se vračaš nazaj.
The fact is, that here in Slovenia we are so spoiled with so many beautiful places and cities in our neighbourhood, so very much, that when you have to quickly go on un unplanned trip close to Venice (cca 2 hours car drive in one direction), you don’t necessary take the opportunity to go into the city by the way, because the weather is not perfect and you’ve seen it many times before anyway, but you do make a picture of a poppies bouquet stuck behind your wiper on your drive back home instead.

Kres, kres! – kako lepo je zadnja leta, ko se družinsko-prijateljsko zberemo na kup in zamišljeno strmimo v plapolajoč ogenjček.
Bonfire, bonfire! – it is so beautiful last few years when we, family and friends, gather and make our own private little fire.

nedelja, 04. maj 2014

Nedelja
Sunday



Ena maminih tipičnih dekoracij iz ostankov po koncu zabave – peteršilj in mačehe v vinskem kozarcu. :)

One of typical after-party-leftover-decorations by my mum – parsley and pansies in a wine glass. :)

petek, 02. maj 2014

Začelo se je
It has started



Danes je tisti vsakoletni streznitveni dan, ko sva družno ugotovila,
da je nepreklicno napočil čas za nošenje klobukov in čepic.

Today was the day of the annual final soberness, when we both decided
it is definitely time to start wearing hats when going out.

četrtek, 01. maj 2014

Dan potem
The day after



The day after the traditional May Day bonfire.
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