Last day at Gimsoy
Bcc and I spent the last weekend at Gimsoy. Coz Unni and Inge are away, we had the whole house to ourselves. The last Sunday at Gimsoy, I told bcc we had to seize the day, wake up early and head for the mountains!
Sunday I woke up at 11. So we had to make do with whatever time we had left of the day (the sun’s setting pretty fast now. 6pm and it’s getting dark already). We took our buckets and charged towards Hoven for a last berry picking session. We must have been damn hardcore berry pickers man, coz the whole time we were out, it keep raining on and off. And the thing about being out there in the wilderness, there’s nothing to take cover from. Not even a rock to hide under. So we just had to pick in the rain. Or be like bcc and improvise…
I tell bcc that when it comes to berry picking, I’m the undisputed queen. Several times I’ve gone picking with bcc and tell her that I’d race her to the top of the bucket. Of course with bcc’s biased picking of only the biggest and plumpiest choice berries, I always emerge as the ultimate berry picking machine. So this time I give her time-out periods so she can catch up. and I can take more pictures!
Around 2 we had to go back coz grandma was coming for dinner and bcc had to start with making the dinner (dinner here is around 4pm, so it’s only breakfast, maybe some light tea in the afternoon, dinner and probably an evening snack)
I go to the cow house one last time to say goodbye to the animals.
We had lutefisk for dinner. It’s a traditionally Scandinavian and is eaten during Christmas. The season lasts from autumn to about early spring. Lutefisk is actually codfish treated with lye. The result is a rubbery fish which is almost tasteless. It’s eaten with fixed side dishes, mashed peas, bacon, potatoes and a sauce made from sour cream, mayo and mustard sauce. Grandma loved the dinner. Dessert was trollkrem, made from the fresh tyttebaer we had picked earlier.
After dinner, it was time to pack out my room downstairs. The room which I had been staying in for the past month or so. Along comes Mitzy too, no help from her, she just sat there and watched me.
Graatas wasn’t around for me to say bye bye to. He was probably off terrorizing some helpless animal. Not that I think he’d remember or miss me anyway.
8pm, it was time to say goodbye to the farm the last time. Till next year… maybe.
That's Hoven at 6.30pm by the way...
Sunday I woke up at 11. So we had to make do with whatever time we had left of the day (the sun’s setting pretty fast now. 6pm and it’s getting dark already). We took our buckets and charged towards Hoven for a last berry picking session. We must have been damn hardcore berry pickers man, coz the whole time we were out, it keep raining on and off. And the thing about being out there in the wilderness, there’s nothing to take cover from. Not even a rock to hide under. So we just had to pick in the rain. Or be like bcc and improvise…
I tell bcc that when it comes to berry picking, I’m the undisputed queen. Several times I’ve gone picking with bcc and tell her that I’d race her to the top of the bucket. Of course with bcc’s biased picking of only the biggest and plumpiest choice berries, I always emerge as the ultimate berry picking machine. So this time I give her time-out periods so she can catch up. and I can take more pictures!
Around 2 we had to go back coz grandma was coming for dinner and bcc had to start with making the dinner (dinner here is around 4pm, so it’s only breakfast, maybe some light tea in the afternoon, dinner and probably an evening snack)
I go to the cow house one last time to say goodbye to the animals.
We had lutefisk for dinner. It’s a traditionally Scandinavian and is eaten during Christmas. The season lasts from autumn to about early spring. Lutefisk is actually codfish treated with lye. The result is a rubbery fish which is almost tasteless. It’s eaten with fixed side dishes, mashed peas, bacon, potatoes and a sauce made from sour cream, mayo and mustard sauce. Grandma loved the dinner. Dessert was trollkrem, made from the fresh tyttebaer we had picked earlier.
After dinner, it was time to pack out my room downstairs. The room which I had been staying in for the past month or so. Along comes Mitzy too, no help from her, she just sat there and watched me.
Graatas wasn’t around for me to say bye bye to. He was probably off terrorizing some helpless animal. Not that I think he’d remember or miss me anyway.8pm, it was time to say goodbye to the farm the last time. Till next year… maybe.
That's Hoven at 6.30pm by the way...
posted by Farmer Sam at 2:08 AM
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The animals are cute.... We will miss them
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