Even though I won’t be spending Christmas in Latvia this year, I still intend to make the best out of December and decorate the house.
I’ve already framed the doors and windows with pine branches, made some wooden & corn starch clay ornements, and the paper snowflakes that I have made earlier are already hanging on my windows. But the most important piece of the decorations was not yet in the house. So this weekend we headed out to the woods, with the saw in hands, hunting for the perfect Christmas tree. And after a short walk, we finally found the perfect candidate... The tree is not yet decorated, but I'll work on that tonight. I'll show you the final result in another post.

In the meanwhile stay warm & happy knitting!

Treasured, in the woods

1/ A mini forest. 2/ Laying down on the moss, listening to the forest's heart. 3/Beautiful shades of green. 4/ I spotted several squirrel "nest" and their winter garbage. 5/ Green again

Some precious moments in these beautiful Latvian woods.

It's in those places that my heart belongs to

Yesterday afternoon was pretty magical. I was lucky enough to be able to witness the first signs of Spring. The sun was high in the blue sky, shining on my woolen blanket, and heating up my back while I was working on some stitches.

I had initialy planned to hike a bit, and search for a beautiful lake that I can spot everytime that I take the train that brings me deeper in the countryside. I ended up walking for a few hours, without finding the whimsical lake. But it was so much better that way! Beautiful lake, I'm not angry at you. I'll search for you another time. You let me spent the most beautiful time in a mysterious woodland, discovering new places, smelling the young pine tree branches, and listenning to the birds that were welcoming the Spring. Dear lake, thank you for this wonderful day.

Capturing the natural colors of the world

Dear forest,

I like to wake up early in the morning, and visit you when everything is still asleep, contemplate the mist disappearing from the highest branches of your pine trees, when the birds stop dreaming and start telling stories to their other friends. I like to visit you at noon when you're full of life, when the flowers and leaves have opened their arms to welcome the sun. I like to visit you at twilight when all of your inhabitants are getting ready for another night full of stars

Wherever you are, I always love your smell, your colors, your noises and your little treasures. All so different, yet so similar.