I'm Krisha - a Scandinavian mama and physician, a crafter, and an avid coffee drinker - trying to nudge my family towards a greener lifestyle!


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Spring thoughts

Like most Norwegians, I naturally talk a lot about the weather since we have so much of it here. The really long, dark winters makes us very eager for spring to come with its bright and early mornings, birds, warmer weather and budding trees. Over the past decade spring has literally sprung earlier and earlier. There is now firm evidence that the growing season in Norway is 3 weeks longer than it used to be.

I can see the evidence myself - on our little island property, there is a cluster of 3 huge walnut trees. According to my neighbor, they were planted under much fuzz and care when she was a child, more than 60 years ago. She grew up with them. Apparently the excitement was big when the first nuts were formed, but, for as long as she can remember, they never ripened enough to eat or to produce new plants. About four years ago she pulled me over one morning, excitedly pointing to some greenery on her property. At first I did not see it but then, I noticed a tiny little walnut tree. Now they are all over our lot and hers. This is tactile proof that something is happening. Walnuts do not grow wild in Norway or at least they never did before.

This spring, on the other hand, feels like the springs of my childhood. The kids are still wearing hats. The trees seem to wait with budding and may even make it into May before they do. This makes it so tempting to think that everything is on its way back to normal. I so want to believe the climate skeptics with their "it’s only natural fluctuations" arguments. Meanwhile there are climate scientists quitting their jobs because they can’t bear thinking about the implications to the planet that their data is showing. I understand them. Global warming is an unbearably difficult topic.

Even though I think that it is not covered nearly enough in the popular media, there was an article recently in the local newspaper about how the polar melting accelerates. The record melting last year resulted in large expanses of open dark water up at the North Pole.  The dark ocean retains heat and attracts the sun where the white ice used to reflect the rays and heat back upward.  As the sun's heat returns to the North, more melting occurs and so a viscous cycle is started. This, paradoxically, is causing our spring to be a lot colder. 

A few days later there was a report in the same paper about how the Arctic nations are splitting up rights to the pole to go after the natural resources – mostly oil and gas – which exist up there.  Obviously, the oil companies don’t believe the skeptics and are making expensive moves on the basis that the climate is changing.  There is way too much short-term benefit from exploiting melting poles for us to expect industry to control themselves.  We need government action and we need it now – politicians need our vote and it’s time we made them take long-term and sustainable decisions before it is too late. 





This is the time of year that i realize that the light will be pretty much gone for the next 4 months. This pic was taken at about 10am in my neighborhood - this is also Scandinavian light! 

This November i will be mindful to slow down. The demands of work , home, kids and school can't  be ignored, but I will be mindful that the lack of day light makes it hard to move fast - so I will try to find a slower rhythm.  Carve out time for just being. Even just a 15 minute pause on a thursday morning can make a difference! .




I am of the Friends generation, and when taking these pictures, a line of Phoebe's in the last season came to mind. She is sitting in the 5th Avenue apartment of her boyfriend and trying to impress his parents and so she says, after a total blunder  "...So, where does everybody summer?" with a phony posh accent and all.

Well, this is where we summer. It's not posh like I would guess the Hamptons or Nantukket are, but our island certainly has its unique charms. Its a car-free community of small summer houses in the middle of the Oslo fjord. We can live there in the summer and commute to work! The kids roam and grow wild and sticky by the end of summer. I get cabin fever and my husband wonders what are we ever going to do about this wild garden. 

There's been so much rain lately that, this year, we did not move out until the beginning of July.  Even though the garden was massively out of control by the time we got there, I love the meadowy look of the lawn, which has become home to a host of bumble bees  This is a species that is more and more under  threat, but yet so important to fruit production here and around the world.   Does that mean that letting the garden go is actually a good deed?

It's raining a lot this summer, so I mostly sit on our big covered porch and drink a second (or third) cup of cofffee and keep my knitting projects going.  When the sun does come out, I rush the laundry so that I can dry Baby A's diapers in the fresh air (rather than using my space heater concoction to dry clothes inside the cabin.)  

For the kids, as soon as there is sun, they are out - swimming, riding their bikes, eating wild strawberries or red currents and, generally, being kids the old-fasioned way.  Yep - they are part of the Youtube generation, but they can still skip rope and let their imaginations turn a stick into a rifle that they can use to battle their way out of an enemy ambush.¨

We can go the whole day not seeing them unless they are hurt or hungry!

This year, we decided to buy one of those mobile internet modems and, expecting lots of rain, moved out with a bunch of computers, etc.  The reception turned out to be really bad anyway, we forgot chargers for the computers and my iPhone broke, so, in the end, I have been off the grid for a while, and, frankly, enjoying it.  We decided to take a little cabin break and come into town for tonight to "dry out." 

Coming into town this afternoon I was struck with a nostalgic feeling from my childhood, when we used to come home from the cabin and check our mail, use the phone again to call our family and friends and basically reconnect with the world, albeit at such a slower pace lo those many years ago. 

Vacation is great - getting away from it all, letting your shoulders drop, etc.  It's also nice because you re-learn what you value when you do get back into the thick of our regular lives.  One of the pleasures I missed was writing this blog....



It may be a wet summer but,so far, it's been a good one. 


Keeping it real

Linking up with Monica at ink and chai this afternoon.

I find this to be a sobering way to round up the week and balance it in my head. And I am so happy I had the time to show up at the link up today!


self doubt

to much stress in the house

always feeling behind the 8 ball



beautiful scenery on my way to work

june night skies in Oslo

seeing them being able to handle them self


Keeping it real

Linking up with Monica  at ink and chai this Friday - a wonderful idea i think!



too much to do - so tired

raised my voice at him when I had promised my self not too

still chaos in the attic - what will the neighbors say?



seeing her in the parade

cleared my sewing desk

realised its all good!


The blessing of a rainy day

We have had a pretty long spell of the most dazzling bright and sunny weather the past four weeks. And, let me tell you, after the long and dark Scandinavian winter, I have been soaking up every ray of sunshine.  But, when the rain came yesterda,y I must admit I felt an unexpected bit of relief.   I find the odd rainy day relaxing.  The rain somehow makes wasting time hanging out O.K.

I have read somwhere that our prehistoric forefathers developed a nack for napping on rainy days, just to pass the time.  (I'm not sure that is true, but I sure like to think it is.)

In any case, I spent the day wondering if I have collected enough milk cartons to finally plant my nostrum seeds ...

... and I enjoyed knitting on my super ambitious vintage twin set. The pattern was taken from my Mom's famous binder.