My little pretty friend, soon you’re going to fly away.
I wish you good luck on your journey.

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If you want a to win a slice of her fairy-tale castle click here.

This is the last picture of my spring army.
And honestly, we don’t need any more.
Look outside - they have won.



Hullo Spring!

I’ve folded a lot more origami birds over the past days.

And just as I got bored by the easy patterns
the web presented me with a bundle of new patterns which are to complicated for my present state of mind.

So I started modifying the familiar ones.
And some of my results look actually a bit like real birds.
Well ... with a lot of goodwill.



I think this one looks a bit like a tit.










And this one may be a sparrow.



Or that.







I like it when the paper goes all soft and ductile. In some ways origami is more about sculpting than about acurate folding.
I used these patterns as a basis for my birds:the dove and a flying bird.

I’m afraid when it comes to rye flour I’m a little prejudiced.
I don’t like the greyish colour, the dough is sticky and smells funnny - and I think it tasts like cardboard.

Nevertheless you need it to make such great things as bread!
Which I have.



Annika over at 'im grünen Himmel' has this ongoing series on taking little steps to self-sufficiency.
Her last entry was about baking bread.
I took a simple recipe and it was indeed very easy. Time-consuming, but easy to make and I have control over every single ingredient.
AND it tastes great!

I have to do this again some time soon (if only because I have a glass of sourdough in the refrigerator ...).

Since you’ve asked Lindir ...

That’s the bough,



and there you can imagine how the whole shadow looks like.



See the shadow vase? Pretty.

The things I do ...



Every year, around the end of January, I’m beginning to feel that winter should be over soon.
So I start going out, cutting little boughs from bushes and putting them in a vase and in a warm room.
A few weeks later they start to sprout and bloom.
It’s a bit like 'Barbara branches' but without the Christmas and with a bit less symbolism. Whereas I think fertility, life and hope are still there.
Every evening they to these great shadow plays:





I stop cutting branches when I’m feeling nature has cought up with my expectations, which is around nowish ...