Leaves, leaving, left (Tiden, tiden er sprø)

As October leaves us with only October leaves as proof of its existence I find myself thrown into November’s snowy life, with aching feet and aching shoulders, but at least my heart no longer keeps them company.

On Sunday I had a small celebration of my birthday. I made red lentil soup, and also one chocolate cake with blackberry compote for each of my friends (unfortunately there was one short, and Andrea was the last to finish her soup so she didn’t get one. But since we are all very nice she got enough cake anyway) It was a nice party, everyone had tea. At one point it started to snow (that was the first time), and we all ran excitedly to the windows, like small children.