Thank you, mzimm & MySoapyHeart.
MSH, your forest soap is gorgeous! I love your story about it, too. The first house I remember clearly was in the redwood forest in Northern California. We lived in a little shack outside of Eureka, California for 3 years when I was quite young. My Mom & Dad, my first brother, and then two more brothers were born while we still lived there. My brother & I would get up every morning and go outside to play in a burned-out redwood tree. That was our 'fort'. We also had a pond where frogs and pollywogs swam. There were owls living in our forest and whenever I hear one, it reminds me of that time in my childhood. The nearest store was about a mile down the road and it is still there with it's wooden floors and it still smells the same. By brother lives up that way & we go by our old childhood stomping grounds sometimes, although the shack was torn down and a regular house built in its place. We moved from there when I was in first grade & brother was in kindergarten because my Dad got a job at a 'big city' newspaper. He was journalist, you see.
One's affinity to the forest remains with us for our lifetime, I believe. It's good to get to know you a little better from you story. Thank you.
Thank you for the kind words, earlene! And I totally agree, it remains in me too. And to have a hollowed out redwood as a treehouse? Epic!
I have written so many novels and a coupple of books (
nothing is published yet, still working on it, these things take time. If it happens it happens)
Anyway, it seems the forrestry theme pops up everytime I am going for some images in the text that try and reflect both sorrow and hope. So I guess the forrest is still growing inside of me, never wilting, lol : D
Ps! I too had a pond I frequented very often. It was very small, no one knew about it, and it had a looot of those pollywogs/tadpole thingys. I loved that place. Slimy frog eggs and jiggling tadpoles - pure heaven for a five year old! Do you want to know what we call those things in norwegian? We call them "Rumpetroll".
If you translate
that into english it becomes (seriously, I kid you not)
Butt-trolls.
Yup. So now you have learned a new norwegian word.
You`re welcome! *grin* : D
Soapheart! Lovely soap!
It was very touching to read your story. I don't have the words to express how I felt reading it. What I do know is I will never forget your name and when I see it I will see you as a person not just an anonymous person who makes soap. We oddballs are going to outnumber the "normal" people soon
Thank you so much, LisaAnne, for you lovely words!
And I am so happy to hear I am not the only one who feels like an oddball : D *
harr, harr*.
MySoapyHeart, I think I would know you anywhere. I may not know your name, but you are not anonymous to me. Your story and your soap really touched me. Thank you.
Aaww, thank you so much, mzimm! <3
Ps. My name is Mona. So at least now you know : )
Nah, "normal" is just a setting on your dryer. We're all oddballs in one way or another. It's no wonder I feel comfortable here.
*pops off to check what the dryer setting say*
Hehe,
whaddayaknowit... Just as I suspected. Our dryer doesn`t even have a "normal" setting.
How fitting *grins*
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