The plan was all set: this time around I was going to ignore the crap out of jul*. I have never been able to make this season work for me. But I am no good with limitations, not even the ones I set up for myself. And, they make this jule thing really, really hard to ignore when they put tiny little pine hands on signs carried by jule trees.
My family in the rainforest needs your support. Give rainforest as a jule present.
Support my family in the rainforest.
The tree seller on the bridge must be the kindest man in the world, allowing the organization Verdens Skove (the forests of the world) to use his trees to create awareness for the rainforest. They were on the spot, selling certificates of smaller amounts, to give away as presents.
Even his working gloves were friendly.Yesterday we had another hit of my favorite fleas Rita Blå's Lopper. I left a flyer on the side of the blog for you, did you notice? If you had the chance to go, and didn't, you may go ahead and kick yourself because it rocked. As usual. And outside the kindest old man was baking the yummiest æbleskiver I have had since my grandmother passed:
Delicious. No, that doesn't cover it. Crazy yum!
The jule spirit is everywhere, you can run..
...but you can't hide.
*Longtime readers will recognize my refusal to call this Christmas. There is no Christ in jul, for elves sake!
Verdens Skove (in English, Danish and Spanish)