Ojej! Oh dear!

Ojej, so me opozorili, da že deset dni ni bilo nove objave. :)

Popravljam s posnetki z Osovnika pretekli vikend.

O dear, I have been told my latest post is already ten day old. :)

I am fixing this with photos from Osovnik the past weekend.

Infuzija Infusion

Izredno neugodne vremenske razmere včasih terjajo drastične ukrepe.
(izvrstno brezglutensko ajdovo pivo)

Extremely unfavourable weather conditions sometimes call for drastic measures.
(excellent gluten-free buckwheat beer)

Kamorkoli pogledaš ... Everywhere you look ...

... ta krasna jesen!

... this gorgeous autumn!

Ta čarobni krog This magic circle

To z letnimi časi; v vsakem tako uživam, diham z njim, a najmanj en vdih je vedno rezerviran za naslednjega, tako zelo se ga veselim, sploh ko zaslutim, da je pred vrati (zadnje dni sem zapazila zametke jeseni, ahhh!).
Nikoli pa ne pogrešam preteklega (iztekajočega se morda še, nostalgija pa to, taka sem), ne vem, morda zato, ker vem, da vedno spet pride naokrog, torej pot do njega pelje po tisti, daljši strani krožnice, spirale, na kateri je še polno vdihov …
 
There is something with these seasons; I enjoy each so much, I breathe with it, but at least one breath is reserved for the next one, this is how much I am looking forward to it, more so, if it is just around the corner (lately I noticed first signs of autumn, aaah!).
But I never miss the past season (maybe I'm a bit nostalgic about the one that is running out, that's the way I am), I don't know, maybe it is because I know it comes around again and again, so the way to it leads along the longer side of the circle, spiral, which is yet full of breaths …

Na zadnji julijski dan On the last day of July

Bila je večja kot tu na posnetku. Že skoraj oranžna. In preproga pod njo je rumeno sijala.

It was bigger than here in the picture. Almost orange. And the carpet underneath was shining yellow.

Čas beži Time flies

Domača sivka pred mamino podobo, ki jo je pred skoraj dvajsetimi leti naslikala sestra.

Home lavender in front of an image of my mum, painted by my sister almost twenty years ago.

Brez dvoma Without a doubt

Da, braz sence dvoma, poletje je tu. In brez sence ne gre.
(Brez poletja pa tudi ne pravzaprav, heh.)

Yes, without a shadow of a doubt summer is here. And you cannot function without a shadow.
(Without summer either, actually, heh.)

Modra, rdeča, zelena Blue, red, green

Tačke na tačkah.

Little paws on little paws.

V ovsenem mleku kuhano proso in ovseni kosmiči, kasneje vmešan kakav
in nasekljano suho ter sveže sadje - preprosto ne mine dan brez ene porcije.

Millet and oat flakes cooked in oat milk, then added cocoa powder,
chopped dried and fresh fruits - just cannot live without these days.

Run, Forrest, run!

PST 2015

No, pa če smo se že šli trening, smo se teden dni kasneje udeležili tudi pravega pohoda in nabrali dobrih osem kilometrov. Ni slabo, ane, za vozičkarje!

Avoiding rain, we walked more than eight kilometres with a baby-stroller on traditional PST hike. Not bad at all, right?

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Barve zime Colours of winter

Krasen konec tedna, začenši z zajtrkom v Stanu.

A gorgeous weekend, starting with a breakfast at Stan.

Grozljivka pod soncem A horror movie under the sun

Te dni je v naši deželici taka trdovratna megla, da smo se s staršema morali zapeljati vse do Kranjske Gore, da smo našli sonce.
 
Pokazala sta mi smučišče (zadnji posnetek), na katerem sem ubirala svoje prve smučarske korake in ki sem se ga spominjala, kot bi ga videla včeraj, z malim kozolcem vred, kjer smo si od časa do časa odpočili, le nekako mevžasto položen se mi je zdel tokrat, po več kot tridesetih letih, res ne vem, čemu sva s sestro tedaj za vlečnico vpregli očija, heh.
 
Potem smo si z enega še nepobeljenih kranjskogorskih smučišč kazali jezike z onim, meglenim, ki se je nevarno stegoval gor po zgornjesavski dolini, zverina pa je miren in sončen dan skoraj spremenila v krvavo grozljivko, tako zelo je opletala z veliko ošpičeno trofejo, ki jo je našla ob poti.

For there is such a stubborn fog in our little country these days, my parents and I had to drive all the way to the Alps (only almost an hour away - yep, we have a magic land, everything in a pocket!) in the northwest corner, to Kranjska Gora town, if we wanted to find some sun.
 
They showed me a ski slope (the last picture) where I had made my first ski steps and which I remembered like it was yesterday, with the tiny kozolec and everything, where we rested from time to time, it just seemed a bit cowardly flat to me this time, after more than thirty years ago, I really do not understand why my sister and I turned our father into a ski-lift back then, heh.
 
Later, from one of the yet unwhitened ski slopes of Kranjska Gora, we were showing each other our tongues with that, the foggy one, which was dangerously stretching up along the valley from the central part of the land and our beast almost turned a peaceful and sunny day into bloody horror movie by dangerously spinning a long sharp trophy she had found somewhere.