Temna stran jeseni The dark side of autumn

V dneh, ko je svet najbolj živobarven, smo izvedeli, da naša zverinica izgublja vid.

In these, the most colourful and vivid days, we have found out our dear little beast is losing her sight.

Desetka je padla The big ten

Zoja, že deset let si naša sreča in radost. Še na mnoga pasja leta!

Zoja, our joy and happiness for ten years already. To many dog years to come!

Zasačeni Caught

Zadnjič smo na sprehodu zasačili moja starša z Zojo, ki sta nabirala regrat.

The other day on our walk, we caught my parents with Zoja,

picking dandelion greens (not Zoja, heh). For this!

En zimski dan ... A winter day ...

... ki se spogleduje s pomladjo.

... which is flirting with Spring.

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Silvester

Vstop v 2015 je bil sladek. Vanj smo zakorakali z Mirovo slastno čokoladno-kakijevo-limonino presno tortico, čas smo odštevali med do konca napetim dvobojem v biljardu z mojimi starši, kosmati revček pa je nekako vendarle preživel vse to pokanje.

Torej, naj bo srečno!

It was a sweet entry to 2015. We stepped into it with delicious chocolate-kaki-lemon raw cake by Miro, during countdown we were having brutal and very tight billiard duel with my parents and the poor furry thing somehow did survive all that fireworks.

So, let it be happy then!

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.

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!

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.

Izabelin sok Isabella juice

Jutri je torej dan, ko mošt dozori v vino.
 
No, tole (pravzaprav kar eno od steklenic, kar je veliko, ker gre za skromne, vrtne količine), kar sva dobila midva od tasta, takoj naslednji dan po trgatvi, ko (in predvsem KER) se je z njim hvalil na Facebooku, je bil sveže iztisnjen izabelin sok. In dober. :)

Tomorrow is one of the most festive autumn folk holidays here in my country, Martinovanje [The feast of St. Martin], the day, when must finally turns into wine.
 
Well, this in the photo (meaning one of the bottles and this is a lot, since we're talking about very modest, garden quantities), which we got from my father in law the very next day after he made harvesting, when (and mostly BECAUSE) he boasted with it on Facebook, was freshly squeezed juice of isabella. And a good one. :)

Čarobno kroženje Magical circling

Ta krasna jata ptic je danes kar nekaj časa krožila nad mano,
kot bi me pozdravljala ali mi pozirala.

Prav ustavila sem se in jih gledala, tako čarobno je bilo.

This beautiful flock of birds was making circles around me for quite a while today,
like greeting or posing for me.

I had to stop and watch, because it was magical.