Tag: Punkaharju Life
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The Art of Mindfulness
To me the smell of fresh coffee is one the great inventions of the world, but to drink it in the wilderness is an entirely new experience… It’s one of those mornings, where the magical snow-dusted countryside shows what Finland or being finnish is all about. I’ve let my worries melt away in the sauna…
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Frosty Magic
Gone to the countryside, A few days ago my friend and I woke up at our country house to a magical winter wonderland scenery. The absolute whiteness gives the nature a fairytale-like misty vibe, while the snow coated trees create that heaviness in the air. It’s silent in the midst of the woods, all I…
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October colours.
Hey October and your bright coloured leaves! We are back home from an amazing trip to Italy and the last days of our holiday we spent at the summer place catching the beauty of finnish autumn. It was so nice to see little Bella again who we missed every single day! Unfortunately, I got a…
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Freckles & cappuccinos & grilled peaches
Punkaharju, Finland A constellation of freckles, mouth-watering appetizers and frothy cappuccino are what slow summer days are made of. Our summer cottage is really close to this country-style manner and my hubby and I decided to escape the cottage life for a proper cappuccino one morning. I’m a huge fan of freckles against a tanned…
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That first sip of tea, in silence.
ahhhh mornings, you either love them or hate them. As most of you know by now, I love early mornings as it gives me fulfillment, the feeling of having accomplished a lot before the rest of the world awakes. I love the mood in the mornings, the quietness, having a good nights sleep behind me…
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Nordic style Grilled Fish & Evening Swims
‘Nordic Countryside- Punkaharju’ Cooking outdoors by the lake on the char of an open fire is something I love doing at the summer place. Sitting so close to the water is a calming element as you watch the gentle waves push to the shore and feel united with the nature. We were blessed with great…
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Early Country morning.
Punkaharju, Finland As the sun slowly rises higher at 7.30am, the flowers and grass begin to dry from the misty air and the sun rays delicately push through the trees. The whiteness of the birches hits me every time I pass them on our walk to the flower meadow. We pass a white field of…