Winter

first snow this year.

Da jeg gikk en tur i skogen i dag fikk jeg se en ganske spesiell liten granbusk. Den sto der for seg selv i snøværet og nesten skinte så grønn ogfrodig var den. Det er en gran med en sllik fasong at den aldri vil bli utvalgt til juletre, og en forstmester ville nok bare ha kappet den ned og kastet den til side. Likevel var det denne som jeg likte best av alle trærne i hele skogen denne tidlige vinterdagen. Dersom jeg hadde vært en stor poet så skulle jeg ha skrevet et flott dikt til dette treet. Kanskje noe å tenke på for alle de unge damene (og endel menn også) som ikke er fornøyd med hvordan de ser ut.

Noen av mine venner minner meg litt om dette treet. De vil nok aldri kunne vinne noen skjønnhetskonkurranse, men i mine øyne er de jo verdens vakreste mennesker. Disse skulle også hatt et dikt hver, ja, et par av dem fortjener en hel tykk bok.

When I went for a walk in the woods today, I saw a pretty special little pine tree. It stood by itself in the snow, almost shining green and fresh as it was. The spruce had such a shape that it will never be selected for the Christmas tree, and a forrest master would probably have just cut it down and thrown it aside. Yet it was this one that I liked best of all the trees in the forest this early winter day. If I had been a great poet, I would have written a great poem for this tree. Maybe something to think about for all the young ladies (and some men too) who are not satisfied with how they look.

Some of my friends remind me a little of this small tree. They would for sure never have won in a beauty-contest, but in my eyes they are the most beautifull people of the whole world. These persons also should have had a poem written about them, yes, a couple of them really deserves a whole thick book. They have been out of my life and thoughts for many years, but suddenly they reappear. Of course life has marked them, but after a while it feels like they were never gone. I don't like to ask too many questions about what has happened all this time, but I understand that life has not been easy all the time. It seems like they are happy now, and that's all that really matters, and perhaps my curiosity will be satisfied in the future.

Dette bildet er tatt for 14 dager siden, etter en av de første frostnettene. I dag var det minus 14.1 grader ute, så vinteren er på vei. Det står i en rar bok jeg har at dersom det er streng kulde før den 11/11 (mortensgås) så vil det bli en mild vinter. Så da får vi bare håpe at 14 kuldegrader er streng kulde da.

This picture is taken 14 days ago, after one of the first frosty nights. Today it was minus 14.1 degrees outside, so winter is coming. It's in a strange book I have that if there is severe cold before 11/11 (mortensgås) there will be a mild winter. So then we'll just hope that 14 degrees is cold, severe cold then.