A concrete sign of life...

The bags are still in the hallway...

Dirty laundry mixed with nicer smelling holiday memories...

Some holiday projects emerge from the nearly, but only nearly, overweight hand luggage...

Concrete, a new acquaintance for my craft-yearning hands...

Inspired by some tea light holders I saw somewhere (forgive me, whoever the original designer of similar concrete "cups" was, I did not catch your name to give you the credit...)...

Here, photographed on a bench in my parents' garden in Sweden, together with some random flowers and grass picked by the side of the small gravel road that leads to their house...

Sweet childhood memories on those gravel roads...

Sweet memories of summer...

Slowly, I start my much longed for stroll in blogland. Thank you, dear, dear blog readers, for your visits and kind words during my blog absence. I will come and see you... soon...

Helena