On January the 22. we lost our very close friend Oleg Zacharov. Here are my words of farewell.
Den 22. januar mistede vi vores meget nære ven, Oleg Zacharov. Her er mine afskedsord.
You were one of a kind. Your special appearance, your forthcomingness and your joyful mood, your appetite on life, your spontaneity and your ever exploring nature. Your caring and helpful character and your tireless energy.
Warrior, multi-artist, wandering encyclopedia, scientist, nerd, initiator, problem solver, playful child, craftsman, drinking brother, husband, son, brother, father and friend.
Many are we, whose life you have touched on your way, and many are we who miss and mourn. Your journey on earth will be remembered for ages to come.
Your departure has brought us together, old friends reunite, old disputes are forgotten, so that we may share our sorrow and our memories.
It has been an honor, a privilege and very, very entertaining to be your friend. For that I am eternally grateful.
The world moves on, like nothing happened. A strange feeling. But we have to hang on and keep going, until everyday life catches up with us; until the memories can be put to rest in a beautiful, inner treasury, to be brought out and enjoyed in a peaceful mind. We must help each other do this, we who are left behind.
You drank life in big, thirsty gulps –Hope you enjoyed it fully.
And yes, I will be looking after them for you.
Honored be thy memory,
Du var en ener. Din specielle fremtoning, din imødekommenhed og dit sprudlende humør, din livsappetit, din spontanitet og dit evigt udforskende væsen. Din store omsorg og hjælpsomhed, og din utrættelige energi.
Kriger, multikunstner, omvandrende opslagsværk, videnskabsmand, nørd, igangsætter, problemknuser, legebarn, håndværker, drikkebroder, husbond, søn, bror, far og ven.
Mange er vi, hvis liv du har berørt på din vej, og mange er vi der savner og sørger. Din færd på jord vil der stå frasagn om i lange, lange tider.
Din afrejse har bragt os sammen, gamle venskaber genopstår, gamle tvister glemmes, at vi kan dele vores sorg og vore minder med hinanden.
Det har været en ære, et privilegium og særdeles underholdende at være din ven. For det er jeg evigt taknemmelig.
Verden går videre, som om intet var hændt, en underlig fornemmelse. Men vi må hænge på og følge med, til hverdagen igen indhenter os, til minderne kan lægges i et smukt lille indre gemme, man kan dvæle ved og glædes over med fred i sindet. Det skal vi hjælpe hinanden med, os der er tilbage.
Du drak livet i store tørstige slurke – gid det bekom dig vel!
Og ja, jeg skal nok se efter dem for dig.
Æret være dit minde,
Two days ago one of my angora rabbits died suddenly, leaving 3 babies aged 15 days. So what to do?
Of course we have to try hand feeding them, even though the chances for their survival is not the best.
We gave them an emergency meal of lactose, water and whip cream, planted a cage in the middle of the living room… next day we got hold of some kitten milk formula which is supposed to be the closest you can get to rabbits milk.
Malte, our male dog has taken them in as his own, carefully guarding them and (not so carefully) washing them – well, for that part, better him than me…Nøvsen, our female, is visiting but doesn’t really want to be involved.
Today is third day of handfeeding them, and they are doing just fine. They feed only twice a day, so it is a quite easy job. And here they are:
Aren’t they just scrumptious?
Today was clear, sunny and very cold, -1 C, but the wind was strong making the equivalent of -16C. Brrr! Nevertheless I was crawling around on all four in the hedgerow, taking this picture of the first springflowers breaking through on a southern slope. Don’t know if they are snowdrops or crocus, but never mind, I just love their persistence and the promises they make…quite heartwarming!
This winter has been very, very mild, it is actually the first real frost we have now. Yesterday I was pruning some fruit trees, the buds are swelling, and the green has started to show on the raspberri buds. Too early, way too early! I hope the frost will set them back a bit, so they won’t flower prematurely….
The day is 1 hour 18 minutes longer.
Once again we hit the shortest day of the year, to me it is the day that marks the beginning of a new year, a day that is full of hope and celebration. This day means more to me than christmas and New year together!
It is also our wedding day, this year our 15th, so plenty of reason for celebrating this dark day in December.
In the coming year I will try to make a journal based on what is happening around us in the nature. Eventually with drawings, but for now photos will have to do.
This first entry is about light in the dark – as solstice is to me, a heartwarming reassurance that the light will return, the days will get longer and warmer.
sunup at 8.53, sundown at 15.41. Length of day: 6 hours 48 minutes.
Weather is mild, dark and wet, we have had no snow till now, and hardly any freezing nights.