‘wegian Wednesday


Early on while learning Norwegian I realized it has, like many languages, its own set of quirks and things that make you pause and take a closer look. One of the first among these was the word “gift” (pronounced “yift”).

One definition of the word is “poison”.

Another is “married”.

What does that say about Norwegians and their views on marriage? Likely nothing but it does make you think.

A Walk Down by the Sea

Back in Canada the closest body of water to me of any significant size was Lake Ontario. Though large and impressive in its own right, here in Haugesund I’m minutes away from the sea. Much larger and much more impressive. Sorry, Lake Ontario.

Last week the sunny spring day was calling to me to get outside and go for a walk. This is a fairly rainy and overcast bit of Norway for a good chunk of the year so I listened to that call and headed out. It also gave me an excuse to break in some hiking shoes I had been neglecting for months.

Also I just like sharing pretty pictures of where I live. Enjoy!


I passed this carpet of tiny blue flowers on my way down to the water. Don’t know what they are but they’re a pretty splash of colour.


Near the beginning of the walking trail by Haraldshaugen.


Farther north along the path.


The water was an amazing shade of blue, pictures never do it justice.



I tried and failed to make friends with this sheep. As someone who almost unconsciously gravitates towards dogs walking down the street in the hopes of a chance to pet them I felt I had to at least try and make a connection with this fluffy creature. Sadly it was too happy munching away at the grass to pay me any mind. I took the rejection in stride and made my way further along the trail.


Again the pic doesn’t do the intense blue of the water any justice. I had forgotten how slippery the seaweed and stuff on the rocks that close to the water can be. Had a bit of an adrenaline rush when I was being too confident in my (almost) brand spanking new hiking shoes and for a second I had images of having to be rescued after slipping into the sea.


It had been a windy walk down to the water and after having taken in the view for a while it was time to head home.


Closing with a bit of sunny yellow strewn across a lawn on a lovely, sunny spring day.


Easter Walk

The weather was really nice on Sunday and the sun streaming through the windows was prodding me to get outside and go for a walk. So lucky to have walking and hiking trails close by and to feel safe using them.






I often mock my husband for his hometown’s lack of an actual river. This stream is about as close to a river as you’re likely to get in Haugesund.


I’ve run this route before as well and though it’s brutal going at times (at least for me) the scenery tends to keep my mind off the pain in my legs.






Darker and stormier looking clouds can be seen gliding in from the left and I just made it home before it started to rain.

Today was another gorgeous day and I had a strong urge to take a stroll by the sea. But that’s a post for another day.

This Will Come In Handy When?

We’ve all read guidebooks that include handy phrases for when you’re vacationing in some far off exotic place. Or maybe taken a language course/used an app that introduces you to helpful expressions you can sprinkle in conversations to sound more like a native speaker.

I’ve been puttering about with Duolingo for a bit now and while I find it a fun way to expand my Norwegian skills I’ve been noticing an odd trend among what they seem to consider “helpful phrases”.

Case in point:



And then I came across this:


Kudos to whoever is in charge of the Norwegian division of Duolingo.

I’ll keep y’all updated if I come across any more clues regarding the body on the floor.

Ahh, springtime…

…when thoughts turn to warmer weather, renewal and new beginnings. Or in my case getting my butt in gear and getting back to blogging. It’s been a long while so why don’t we start off with a picture laden post of the early goings on in my still-a-work-in-progress garden!


These crocuses (croci?) are some of the first splashes of colour I see this time of year when I look out the window into the yard, shooting up shortly after the white snow drops have made their debut.


I do enjoy these bunches of lush green leaves scattered here and there though I can never quite remember what they are before their flowers come along. I’ve blogged before of my less than green thumb and can report there is still but the faintest hue visible on those digits.


Winters here on the west coast of Norway are quite mild so it feels like spring has been looming for the longest time. The rhododendron buds have been looking plump for what seems like weeks now.


This past fall this Hellebore was looking a bit worse for wear but it seems to have bounced back and its new growth is looking healthy and strong.


Though not one of my favourites in the garden all the roses are starting to show new growth. It always surprises me how much pruning they can take and still come back with a vengeance the next year.


Another dash of vibrant purple just because.


These don’t look like much now but give them a couple of weeks and they’ll be glorious purple balls of flowering awesomeness. Just found out these are called Primula denticulata or Drumstick Primula. I may like them even more knowing that.


And in the great tangle that is the Clematis (always affectionately known in my mind as Chlamydia), this first little burst of new growth. One of a great many more to come in the weeks ahead.

And so may it be with my blog. Stay tuned.